Novena

For the first time since she left, i took the south bound train and past the Novena station on the MRT. I was on my way to church.

It hurts.

I was trying to fight back tears with the announcement, 'Novena'. It brought back memories when i took the almost daily trip to Tan Tock Seng Hospital. I remembered the times when i brought the Polar puffs and gobbled them down as my dinner as i was walking to the hosp. The long underground pass leading to the hosp. It was tiring and i remembered the many thougths of 'Oh God, when will she be discharged? How long more do i need to walk this long and winding path to the hospital?'

Novena. Novena Square. Tan Tock Seng. That was where i frequent for the past 1.5 months.
Kenny Rogers @ Novena Square. She likes the clear chicken soup and the rooaster wings. Even though she could only barely manage 3 bites at any one meal.
Kenny Rogers - my all time favourite resturant. I wonder if i would ever step in there again without tears and memories of Ah Chor.

Novena. Such a familiar station.....

Such a long and winding path.
Lord, what wouldnt I give to be able to walk that long winding underground pass once again just to hold her, talk to her and listen to her? Just to rub the flower oil on her chest, buy food for her, massage her side, paste her favourite Ji Kong medicated plaster for her? Just to take hot water for her, adjust her pillow and make sure she is comfortable?

Oh Lord, you are the strength of my heart.