It's been a hundred days since mom passed away. One hundred empty days. As dad says, her loss is indescribable. While we each do our best to get through our grief and sadness, it has not been easy arranging for our regular Sunday night family dinners. I realise now that Mom controlled all of us with an iron will and incredible persistence. We had family dinners so often because she was willing to nag us endlessly about which day we're free. Now that it's up to us, I have a better understanding of how mom was the glue that kept us together.
Tonight I think she would be happy. We visited her at the Shah Alam Memorial Park, read some prayers and then we adjourned for dinner. Just the way mom would have organised it :)