Thoughts..

'I keep thinking she's going to walk in here..'
'I don't know how to face her..'

'This time last year Annalise was still around..'
'I don't know what to say to her..'

Words. Uttered softly. By grown men.
I don't know how to comfort them.
The lump in my throat forms at those words and it is difficult enough keeping the flood under control.

It's been a tough week for them.
For us.

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A big elderly dog struggling in a cone made for many doggy love moments.
Like, it's so pitiful to watch yet the clumsiness is funny.
Like, you want to help him yet he needs to figure out on his own.

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There's something about a man caring for an elderly dog that warms the heart.
It is such an odd reminder.
Uncle Adrian left behind a very old dog he really cared about too.

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It feels like I'm in this cycle of remembering.
Again and again..whether it's missing them individually or altogether at once.

There's something about good people dying before their time that we will never fully comprehend on this earth.

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I liked how Hair's gf comforted him.
He paraphrased it to us something like this; if God have to choose between a child of God and a non believer, who should go up first?

It's like a twisted reassurance that those who are sure of their salvation do not need this time on earth anymore or as much as those who are not saved.
Or like their death serves a higher purpose.

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No more tears, no more pain.

One bright light down..

Oh little spunk,
Who played the drums with the tiniest tips,
Who terrorised the older boys in class,
And then charm your way into hearts and phones....

Who kept on going after being diagnosed,
Who fought so long and hard...

R.I.P. Annalise.

We were rooting for her.
A whole lot of us.
And this is hard.
Not knowing why it has to end this way.

Nothing is as enjoyable as a restock of tea!

Especially that Russian Caravan, which I haven't seen for a couple of years!

I'm so thankful and grateful to have these.

Since they came in additional storage box checked in, instead of just packed into a luggage bag.

Drinking the Russian Caravan was like revisiting an old familiar friend.

The smell and taste of it eased away everything else.

Much like lavender.

<3 <3 <3

It is one of the very first tea that I really got obsessed with.

And there's nothing compared to it!

Australian Afternoon is one of the later finds that made up for not having seen Russian Caravan anywhere in Melbourne.

It has also found a permanent spot on my tea collection, 

although it is closer to other Afternoon teas; there's something pretty Aussie bush about it.