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Denise Tan; 11 July 1995
Early Childhood Educator
God's masterpiece †

Far beyond my fairytale imaginations,
is God's perfect plan for me ♡

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It has been a long time since I return here.
Today, I just want to pen down some thoughts for me to remember the rest of my life.

On the 27 March 2015, my grandma return to the Lord.
We all watch her breathe her last breath and stayed by her side.
It was a painful process for me to watch her leave and it was a even more painful to watch the doctor remove the ventilating device through a breathe hole created at the neck from her; but above all, even though it was agonizing, I know she is out of all the pain, all the tubes and needles attached to her.

I remember that when I was younger and back at Malaysia, Grandma would always wake me up early on Sunday mornings to attend Sunday school. She would give all her grandchildren who are going for service some money for offerings.
I remember occasionally when we held service at home, Grandma would insist to attend, even when she is weak.
I remember every single time I came back, she would always tell me to study hard. And when its time for us to go back, I remember she would insist to watch us climb in the car and silently watch us depart. Her eyes, are full of unwillingness and my heart aches; that's the reason why I would always always come back whenever time permits.
I remember Chinese New Year this year, she came and asked me to have dinner together with her, I am glad I did.

Grandma, there are so many things that I would remember you for.
And Grandma, I am grateful to be here, to walk the last journey with you in life.

It has been a long time since I return here.
Today, I just want to pen down some thoughts for me to remember the rest of my life.

On the 27 March 2015, my grandma return to the Lord.
We all watch her breathe her last breath and stayed by her side.
It was a painful process for me to watch her leave and it was a even more painful to watch the doctor remove the ventilating device through a breathe hole created at the neck from her; but above all, even though it was agonizing, I know she is out of all the pain, all the tubes and needles attached to her.

I remember that when I was younger and back at Malaysia, Grandma would always wake me up early on Sunday mornings to attend Sunday school. She would give all her grandchildren who are going for service some money for offerings.
I remember occasionally when we held service at home, Grandma would insist to attend, even when she is weak.
I remember every single time I came back, she would always tell me to study hard. And when its time for us to go back, I remember she would insist to watch us climb in the car and silently watch us depart. Her eyes, are full of unwillingness and my heart aches; that's the reason why I would always always come back whenever time permits.
I remember Chinese New Year this year, she came and asked me to have dinner together with her, I am glad I did.

Grandma, there are so many things that I would remember you for.
And Grandma, I am grateful to be here, to walk the last journey with you in life.

Each morning when I open my eyes I say to myself: I, not events, have the power to make me happy or unhappy today. I can choose which it shall be. Yesterday is dead, tomorrow hasn't arrived yet. I have just one day, today, and I'm going to be happy in it.
I was constantly reminded that after every storm the sun will smile; for every problem, there is a solution, and the soul's indefesible duty is to be of a good cheer. Hence, I want to pen down my story of how I defeat the battle I'm constantly in.