favorite fridays.

shopping with baba.

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once every week or every two weeks for the past few years i would take my baba out for the afternoon and we would go shopping.

in just a few hours, we would always manage to go to at least four or five places. our second last stop was always to get groceries, saving our last to be a coffee date. she and i would always get the same meal, which must have looked very funny given that we are nearly the same height, with the same haircut, and eating the same food. i always joked to her that we were twin sisters, and she would reply that i acted more like her mum since i took care of her when we went out together.

last month my baba had a heart attack and since then everything has changed. we will no longer be having these shopping trips of ours. this makes me incredibly sad but at the same time i am so relieved that the outcome of what happened to her was not fatal!

this post is in honor of my baba. i love you. :-)

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3 Comments

  1. This post is so sweet. I lost my own “baba” one month ago and I think about all her and all the memories everyday. Loss is hard – no matter it’s an older person or young. Unfortunately, we can’t keep our loved ones forever.

    XXX/ Isabel
    http://www.shoebox-living.com

    • i’m so very sorry to hear that. :( it’s such a hard thing to go through, losing a family member. i hope that it gets easier for you!

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