Falling leaves

It is now spring in Sydney. Some trees can be seen blooming with flowers. In fact, I was very excited to see that my university has trees with purple flowers planted, similar to the ones grown in University of Queensland. When I saw those flowers, somehow I felt calmer. This is the wonder of nature. Seeing something sprouting from the earth is actually better off seeing architecture built by human no matter how great the building might be.

As I saw the flowers bloom,I wondered what happened to those falling leaves. Hmm... To put in metaphorically, the falling leaves can represent many occasions in our lives be it: leaving the departed one, loss of a friend or even forgetting the pain that one endured in the journey so called life. Fortunately, with the falling leaves season, it will be another day where flowers will bloom again. That is for certain. This is how nature will work irregardless of how you wish spring will never end. With spring, it comes fresh hope, new beginning and new discovery. It is not too much to say that spring is the season most favoured by everyone.

I hope that everyone enjoys the spring season. The beautiful flowers, melodious birds and the greenery grass. All will be laid upon your eyes. Recently, two of my friends have to cope with departing with the ones they love. I understand how it feels to be like to be leaving someone you don't want too. With it, the memories will flow pieces to pieces as if they just occurred yesterday.

Fortunately for me, I choose to look at the bright side of life. When my grandpa passed away 2 years back, I did not cry. Part of me felt really guilty for not doing so since I am always his favourite grandchild. I am the only one among my siblings who had the privilege to be chauffeured to school using his old bicycle. The bicycle is really big and tall. I still remembered vividly that he will always remind me to open my legs far and wide to avoid my legs getting stuck in the rims. Such memory....

Another event which I never forget. I am the youngest in my family. And due to the short distance between my house and my grandparents' which is about 5 minute using bicycle, my grandpa will come to my house every morning to wake me up. It was back in standard one. I will somehow roll on the bed longer than everyone else despite of my mother's anger. My grandpa will kindly came to my bed and shook me. But being young, the slumber seems too hard to resist but I lost it to one thing. BRIBERY! Haha.... Yeah... My grandpa will slip a one ringgit note into my hand just to wake me up... My sister and brother are so jealous of me and labeled me : money faced. So, I think I am brought up in a condition where corruption works after all. Wakaka...

Well, after losing my grandpa, I took sometime to get used to it too. Somehow I cannot believe that now I no longer have 2 grandpas and 2 grandmas. I felt a little incomplete by the lack of one. I might be greedy but this is how I feel. But if I were given another chance to choose my life, I will still choose the same no matter what. Yes, most of the times the problems at home are always endless, but with the showers of love, care and attention that I garnered makes my life complete. At times, I still felt my grandpa's presence as my mum always told me. Dun worry, if he cares for you, he will always be there to watch over you no matter where he is. And I am still clinging strongly to believe every word of it.



There you go. To both of my friends: I have nothing to say or any action to do but I have one wonderful story to share. Hope that this story makes you stronger as it has made me today. WIsh you all the best and take good care of yourselves. I may not be able to do anything but I promise I will be a good listener.

Blogger on the day he feels like sharing an old story all over again.
CHeers,
Chee Seng