A friend of my sister’s sits at McDonald’s every night, ordering the same food every single time he comes there. At first I wondered, why’d he do that for? Later, my sister told me that it’s his way to remember his late wife. She loves being taken to McDonald’s, for some small chats with her beloved husband. They were married for 2 months before she passed away.
Last Xmas, my mom called my grandma to congratulate her on Xmas eve (PS: My mom is a Muslim, but my grandma is a Christian). That night, my grandma cried. She said that every time it’s Xmas, she remembers of my late aunt Lily who passed away 7 years ago. Well, my aunt Lily was the one person I’m ever truly comfortable with, and I never get to say that.
Cherish the moments you have the ones you love. Don’t let it pass through your finger, before it’s all too late. :’)
