We were holding our hands as we both walked down the beach -\u00c2\u00a0our routine\u00c2\u00a0morning walk. I loved the sun, shinning right on our face as we feel the warmth of the sun. I look at you and smile.\u00c2\u00a0The same hand which held my hand when we travelled in Cambodia in 2006, though with a white crown and wrinkles over your face\u00c2\u00a0,\u00c2\u00a0 you are still looking at me with those loving eyes. I have the last 60 years to thank you for being there for me at all times. \u00c2\u00a0Though we can’t walk as fast like\u00c2\u00a0in those younger days\u00c2\u00a0, forgetting not everyone has long legs, we still love holding each other hands to walk by the beach. I am still reminding you of your slouch back. How can i make you remember dear?<\/p>\n
Our children are all happily married with their respective lives. We choose to\u00c2\u00a0live by ourselves, the 2 of us near this beach house where we run\u00c2\u00a0an\u00c2\u00a0small lodge house. I teach the children how to paint , on the last Friday of every month. You still do free lance consulting on digital marketing , only meaning ful projects.\u00c2\u00a0We love to invite the neighbour occasionally to join us for a Sinagpore meal; with you being the chef.\u00c2\u00a0 Sometimes, we get adventurous ,i tryto invent \u00c2\u00a0new dishes\u00c2\u00a0and you will sit on the opposite \u00c2\u00a0of the\u00c2\u00a0open kitchen table to\u00c2\u00a0read me the\u00c2\u00a0steps\u00c2\u00a0,\u00c2\u00a0drink a mouth of the red wine\u00c2\u00a0and\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0place the glass between my lips.\u00c2\u00a0\u00c2\u00a0.<\/p>\n
It’s a simple home, white in color , and\u00c2\u00a0modern. I like to read outside the house, hear the waves while you surf the internet; telling me how times have changed . Some things in your life\u00c2\u00a0stays the same :\u00c2\u00a0the latest Mac computer and the latest i-phone.<\/p>\n
I know life is going to begin elsewhere for us soon. I am not afraid because i know you will be there with me.; just like the last 60 years.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
We were holding our hands as we both walked down the beach -\u00c2\u00a0our routine\u00c2\u00a0morning walk. I loved the sun, shinning right on our face as we feel the warmth of the sun. I look at you and smile.\u00c2\u00a0The same hand … Continue reading