At the airport

I’m now at the airport waiting to board the plane to go back to Kota Bharu for papa’s prayer. Most of those I bump into are in jovial mood going on a holiday. Airport is a place I like to go, everyone has their share of stories. Some in good mood waiting to travel or just came back from holiday, surrounded by family and friends. Some look upset, like what I went thru 3 weeks ago. I met my family at the airport, waiting to take the same plane to go back to KB after learning about the news that papa was gone. We cried and hugged each other. It was getting so emotional that the ground staff came to us, showing their empathy and sat us down. Airport is a place where we bid farewell to the loved ones who send us off and we won’t know if it’s our final goodbye that we won’t see them again. It tells me so much about life. Life is a Ferris wheel that sometimes we are up and sometimes we are down. Today I’m at the lowest point in my life, feeling the sorrow of losing papa. It’s just a feeling of misery I’m facing. Hubby said he still feels the pain of missing his mum even it’s almost a year. But the regret is totally different that at least, he was prepared for it and I wasn’t... There is a lesson here, always be kind to our loved ones because we won’t know if it’s the last time we see them. Looking back at the message we exchanged, I hope my last message to him on the same day, a few hours before the tragedy happened, which, I was excited and wanted to eat the fruits he posted, was enough to tell him that I appreciate whatever he had done and I love him!