I'd say my weekend wasn't too bad.
The hospital equipments were finally collected on Friday, after such a long wait. It's a relief to see all the things go as their presence brought strong memories of Mr D's last days, full of pain and discomfort.
Once the things were gone, it meant more tidying up to do. I began sorting out things that didn't belong to any of us and did all that was necessary. Somehow, I haven't yet sorted out Mr D's clothes or personal belongings. Well, all remains untouched, except for his personal documents. Phew, thank God Mr D was such a tidy and organised person - everything is in order and placed in neat folders (unlike mine!).
On Saturday, I got a book through the post from the dear Kak Teh - the wonderful works of her beloved Awang Goneng: Growing Up in Terengganu. WooHoo!!! I picked up the book and read through the first few pages. I was already glued to it but somehow, the children really knew how to take me off it - calling for things to be done. So, I gave in to their calls because a book needs to be enjoyed wholeheartedly: physically and mentally, and I wasn't going to spoil it all. Once I get all these settled, I will go away to that enchanted land called Teganu with those picturesque words of Awang Goneng, don't you fret!
Then, today, the K's came over with their parents (my second cousin), bringing me a bagful of things from home. Among them were some gems I had asked for - an autographed copy of Life is an Open Secret from my old chummy, Sis Zabrina (super WooHOO!!), and two more books: Tunku Halim's 44 Cemetry Road and Norma Kassim's A Walk Through Life.
With all that said, I don't know why I am still here, typing away when I have four good books (minus those three from the library - yikes!) to drift off with. So, if you don't hear anything from me in the near future, you'll know where I am...