the end is the beginning...

is there ever an end?

a young boy not more than 6 years old was sobbing while asking a woman whom despite the wrinkles on her face still looks healthy and zestful:
child: "you mean you're going to die too someday?"
woman: "yes, someday..."
child: "then where will you go?will i ever see you again?is that the end?"
woman: "no..i'd probably go to the Lord...you'll get to see me again when you yourself is called by Him..."
child: "but that would mean i won't see you for a long long time, granma...." *sob*
woman: *laughing softly*
that night the boy dreamt an angel came to him and brought him to a very bright place where everything is calm and peaceful...he woke up smiling...

sela....

the boy was in his lower primary while the woman had started having white hair and the wrinkles were already clearly shown on her face:
boy: "why do you have to live in this house?i'm so sick of you..."
woman: *laughing* "what right do you have to ask me that?"
boy: "you are always so mean to me...you beat me up!"
woman: "but that's for your own good!someday you'll understand..."
boy: "but still...don't you know it HURTS!"
woman: "you shouldn't have done what you did then...learn from your mistake!"
the shouting continues...both of them didn't talk to each other for a few weeks...

sela...

being a teenager wasn't such an easy task for anyone...especially for this boy,having to live alone in a foreign city...separated from his family and friends...he took consolation in visiting his grandmother in the old folks' home...
teen: "let's go to the supermarket today!we can take the public bus..."
elderly woman: "okay..."
teen: "how are you this week by the way?"
elderly woman: "nothing much actually, this house for the elderly is a pretty boring place..everyday is the same mundane day.."

sela..

an elderly woman about 80 years old of age was creeping her way to the toilet...the wrinkles on her forehead showed just how long she had lived on this earth...on the background there was a young man,in his prime,watching television while eating his dinner;not moving a budge or even a single glance to the woman...
young man: *sigh* "you're spoiling my dinner...."

sela.

voice on the phone: "grandma is no longer with us...she passed away just now...come home now"
*pause*
young man: "..."
*pause*
young man: "okay"

sela

there's no ending to this post as i know that the end is the beginning..is there such a thing as 'an end'?

i love you grandma...although i never say it out loud to you but i'm sure you know that you are missed by us-your family...i hope you rest in peace...until i see you again...

dedicated to yana halim (1919-2005)