I remember my late grandmother as someone who showered me with love.. cuddling me every minute of the day, i even called her Mak..heheh.. she took care of me when my mum was at work, my mum tells me that I was like my grandma's shadows.. following her everywhere she goes.. till this day, when I close my eyes, I would be drifted back to when I am in her arms, cuddled by her.. she singing to me.. I could smell her.. the softness of her cheeks when mine is pressed against hers.. the tenderness of her hands stroking my hair. She was taken to a better place when I was 2 n half years old in 1981 at 60 years old due to complications of cancer.Her last few meals that she craved for was tongue and brain soup which my grandfather was more than willing to get it for her..  she slipped into a coma for 4 days and later she return to Allah ta'alla. My grandfather would visit her every day with me tagging along of course, I would lay by her side every single time I am at her ward.. I don't remember all those thou, even when my mum carried me to have the last ritual of showering my late grandma's body before burial.. perhaps I was only meant to remember her with only the good times. I asked for her every now and then according to my mum.. I miss her. The blissfull marriage of my granparents lasted  for 35 years till her passing, my grandfather was in utter shock that the love of his life is gone forever...he visited her grave almost everyday. I understood the power of LOVE thru this...

Here I am trying to get the 'nostalgic film' feeling thru Holga camera....

Mak.. i may be young when you went away,

i can still feel your love.. so strong, so rich n powerful for me.

i can only hope what i turn out to be will make you proud..

smiling from up there in heaven looking down on me with such pride..

i missed the chance of saying this when u were still around..

now i'm sayin it out loud and proud...

I LOVE U MAK..

i hope you hear it.....