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My dearest, darling little brother

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❤️ Darling Brother M.K.A ❤️

My dearest, darling little brother,

I know, without a doubt, sweet brother, that you are enjoying Heaven and that you are in high spirits over there, yet I still must ask: “How are you?”

You were are the baby of the family and I am the eldest among us three siblings. You left us much too soon. My heart aches. No words can give me comfort, and no one can help drive away the pain.

Sad to say, I simply took it all for granted. I thought that there would be many more days, more weeks, months and years for sibling shenanigans – in fact, even on the day you left us, I was waiting to see your smiling face, when later that evening, on your arrival home, I’d carry out the same daily ritual…..I’d quickly demand the ‘password’ before letting you in. Of course, you knew there was no password and that I’d promptly open the door for you. But that daily drama had to be done.

I dearly miss that. It feels as if a bit of my heart has been taken away.

I vividly remember…… The sun set that evening. I waited for you, bro. I so wanted to see your smiling face. But that was never to be. God had other plans. We must submit to His will. Yet still, I can’t help wondering, why? It hurts enormously.

Why? .. Why? Questions sail on my flowing tears, the mist fogs up my vision. Deeply distressed. Bewildered. Baffled. Yet I realise, I must bow to His will, I must!

You left without even saying “goodbye” … Each morning, after breakfast, you’d leave for office at 8.10am, promptly. That day, within an hour, I received the dreaded phone call. A stranger calling to tell me that you were are no more.

Shocked. Numb. I am dumbstruck. I am stunned, shattered by the effect of the words. I feel as if I’m having a bad dream nightmare, and, in desperation I try to wake up. But, the reality hits me, wickedly, in the face. It is all true. This is real. I walk in my room, aimlessly, waiting for the facts to sink in.

This was a phone call I thought I would never receive, and words I would never hear. Because, somehow, the silly me always thought I’d be the first one to go. After all, I am the eldest – the old one.

Even though you were are our baby, yet you always took care of my problems and, like a true super hero, invariably found solutions to all the difficult happenings in my life. You were there at all times for me. And, yes, even now, you are here beside me. I honestly believe that.

I can sense your presence. I talk to you as if you’re sitting right next to me…..and yes, you surely are. God has been kind. He let us have you for fifty-three years, how blessed we were are! Greatly honoured. It was is a privilege having you belong to our family. Thank You, God, immensely.

I feel enormously blessed because whenever I think of you, I can only remember the happy times. And He graced us with countless! All the laughter, the giggles, innocent guffaws, those secret exchanges of knowing smiles after creating a blooper, and those stifled sniggers, still echo cheerily in my ears. Many a time I catch myself grinning broadly when recalling some of our escapades. God bless.

You’d tell people that: “Whenever my big sister rings me and, in a particular tone of voice, says, ‘Hello, MKA, are you there?’, I know that she’s committed a boo-boo somewhere!”

Haha, that’s so true. For whenever I’d done something catastrophic or bungled up somewhere, you, my darling brother – my knight in shining armour – would come riding on your white horse and rescue me – the dainty, delicate damsel in distress! Sigh. You knew me very well. Sigh. I miss you so.

I am remembering a childhood incident that took place in Yorkshire, England. Mum had taken us three siblings to watch Walt Disney’s ‘The Sword in the Stone.’

It turned out that you, little bro (at the tender age of four and a half, if you please!) were smitten by Queen Guinevere. You wished to be Sir Lancelot, the top knight of King Arthur’s Knights of the Round Table. Oh crikey, and what a dashing knight you turned out to be!

After the film, that day, you spent ages in your room, flapping cardboard, flicking crayons and flipping papers. Eventually, when you emerged from your room, what sight do we behold? Or, rather, who do we see?

Sir Lancelot! Yes. Little bro, our knight in shining armour, all dressed up, carrying a cardboard sword and a cardboard shield, bearing a name that was oh-so proudly emblazoned on the cardboard weapon of mass destruction: ‘Slanslot.’ …………. Aww.

One day, years back, Daddy asked you, beloved brother, to write a composition……a task you weren’t pretty fond of then, yet you acceded to parent’s request.

And your Pulitzer Prize winning essay went thus….

‘One day ten crows sat on a wall. They all fell off the wall. Then there were ten dead crows.’

End of story. Period. ……oh, the poor crows.

Huh? Well, whatever happened next, and whatever Daddy said, let suspense reign, eh, little brother? *wink*

Ah, dear little brother, while you lived and laughed amongst us, you generously sprinkled happiness and joy wherever you went. Your cheery grin embraced friends and family alike. Your compassion and kindness touched all those who knew you. Even the little stray kittens would come rushing to you, for despite coming home tired after a busy day at work, you would always have time to feed them their favourite dish – slices of bread dipped in milk.

God bless you, my darling. You’ve done us proud. You walked the earth with humility and gentleness. Your goodness enveloped all. God blessed us with you, a pure soul, a kindly being who spent fifty-three glorious, memorable years with us. Short they may have been, but my, what magnificence and purity we were blessed with – our precious MKA! Thank You, Lord.

Keep smiling, dearest one!

All my love, hugs and kisses,

Your loving big sis,

Deed xx

Maloquacious © 2017

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I shall pass this way but once

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“I shall pass this way but once; any good that I can do or any kindness I can show to any human being; let me do it now. Let me not defer or neglect it, for I shall not pass this way again.”
ETIENNE DE GRELLET

I deeply adore this quote but it makes me sad. It is poignant. I feel a little apprehensive. And I wonder. Wonder about…

..did I really do my best?

..was I truthful in my endeavours?

..was I a genuine friend?

..was I sincere in my intentions?

..did I honestly help the needy?

..was I compassionate to the poor?

..did I play my part in assisting the less fortunate?

..was I a good, caring sibling?

..was I a dutiful daughter, and a devoted mother?

..was I gentle and tolerant towards my old parents?

..did I step softly with humbleness on the earth?

..did I truly shun pride and arrogance?

..was I grateful, with all my heart, for His each and every blessing?

..did I remember Him daily?

..was His remembrance forever etched in my heart, mind, body and soul?

Seconds tick by. I pause to reflect. And I wonder..

…. Did I really do my best? My utmost best?
…. Did I embrace His teachings correctly?

…. But only at the end of my journey, will I come to know.

Therefore..

I beg You, guide me in Your way,

My head is bowed, my eyes flow with tears,

I implore Your help! To You, I earnestly plead!

Empower me with Your love, and eradicate my fears.

Amen.

Maloquacious © 2014

Grateful for the blessings

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Grateful I am for the blessings! Life is packed with them, look around you. Certainly, His grace surrounds us. Pause. Reflect. Observe.

I am grateful for the sunshine in my garden. The flowers are blooming and prove His wondrous ways by which He blesses us.

This flower is just one of my many, many blessings. Note its beauty, its magnificence and its shape.

Blessings come in different ways. Think about it. Ponder a while. Become aware. And be thankful.

I am grateful for even the ups and downs for they have made me the person I am. The lows have strengthened my faith and made me a better person. The highs have made me humble and I bow in gratitude to the Almighty.

Yes, I am grateful. Grateful for…

my parents

my sister

my brother

my aunts

my uncles

my nephews

my nieces

my cousins

my friends

and last but not least, I am so, so very grateful for my children…my darling daughter and my darling son. May God forever bless you and keep you safe.

I am indeed blessed!

Thank You, God.

Maloquacious © 2013

12.12.12

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Today is 12.12.12 –  the last of the repeating dates this century. People the world over are celebrating this significant date, and commemorating it with special events. But one boy has something extra special to celebrate.

Corey Smith will celebrate a momentous coincidence as he turns 12 at 12 today – 12.12.12. Born in 2000 at 12 noon, this young boy awaits the incredulous moment. Wow.

As we make note of this day, let us take a minute to reflect on life. Young or old, we are happy to be alive. We are thankful to Him for this day…for all the blessings we have enjoyed. Certainly, we are grateful for even the ups and downs because they have made our journey all the more interesting.

Adversities make us stronger. The knocks and tumbles are there to steer us and direct us in the right direction. Friends and family give us the love and support to help us overcome such obstacles. We give gratitude for our parents…God bless them for their unconditional love.

With strong faith and deep trust in Him, hurdles are cleared and barriers broken down. We need not worry for an answer to our prayers. Just have patience and always remember He is near: “Trust in My timing for My timing is perfect. Just let Me do My job.” When the moment is right, it will happen.

Agreed, the climb can be tough; the tumble, rough. All the waiting and being patient is too trying. But getting through it all is reason enough to celebrate the new YOU – the more confident, capable and compassionate YOU. Compassionate? Yes. Since after having experienced similar trials and tribulations, one becomes more understanding and caring of others’ feelings.

On this day, let the universal spirit of togetherness unite everyone, irrespective of caste, colour or creed and let there be more tolerance, patience and forgiveness in the world.

Today, may you have luck and laughter on your side; may health and happiness be yours, and, if it snows, go out and build yourself a merry little snowman – Happy 12.12.12!

Maloquacious © 2012