I heard the news about the passing of your father. I am sorry that you guys did not have the chance to mend the hurt. I am sorry that you could not see him for the last time because he disowned you as you chose to go with love instead of the terrible bindings dictated by society. I am sorry to know that the child in your womb would never meet his/her grandfather...or anyone else from your family. I am terribly sorry.
You were one of those challenging students a teacher would meet at least once in her lifetime. I mentored you in your Journalism class, listened to your woes during your internship stint with one of the most successful local publishing companies. I was there to witness your Monash convocation, standing side by side with your boyfriend Steve. I was happy for you but sad at the same time because your parents should be witnessing this happy moment.
All your life you had been vying for their attention. Alas, you were never good enough when compared to your 2 geniuses of a sister (they were both my tuition teachers in secondary school!). You were always the black sheep and eventually, you slipped away.
I dont condone severing family ties, cohabitation or having a child out of wedlock but you did what you had to do, I respect your decisions and I am thankful that despite all these, you keep me virtually close. Deep down, I admire your feistiness and your belief in fighting for love. I wish you all the love and the encouragement for you to sail through these tumultous waves of life. I wish you strength to go through the seasons of your life.
:)
P/S: Dixie Chicks' Landslide never fails to make me weep. The song reminds me of the fragility of womanhood and on the other hand, acknowledges the steely nature of the females.
P/P/S: Caught Micmacs and Biutiful over the weekend. The latter almost had me slitting my wrist. So depressing.
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