The lady with a smile.

There's a smile that cannot be replicate.
The smile that met me that first day of recess in my new school.
Concerned I wasn't familiar with the school system.

The same smile greeted me each time.
Those days waiting for me after school, or teaching me to knit.

The smile over the years, would change into laughter occasionally and crinkle the creases around those bright eyes.

R.I.P 5ee.

I haven't been giving the 'rightful' respect she deserves.
If you consider rightful as in being there every single night of the wake and following the procession on the last day.
I just didn't want to struggle with following the rituals this year.

There was the combo birthday party that very night she passed away.
Followed by the next night of serving in church.

When I finally went on Thursday night, the corpse I saw was nothing at all like I remember her.

So I spent my Friday night board gaming.
Away and late enough that I had an excuse not to go to the funeral procession the next morning.
And finally it was over. Just like that.

Maybe I will regret this one day.
But for now, I like that the image of her, that I still have in my head is smiling at me.

At the cross...

Serving an altar call that finished late was difficult. I was anxious from realising that the speaker shared different things from the first service, taking a longer time to finish.

"I know You love me"

These words took a whole new meaning tonight.
Arrived at the cinema just in time for Dr. Strange to start, no advertisement or trailer left!