Thursday, August 13, 2009

The last line...

I totally agree on this from http://tribolum.com/:

Like the poem, we all see this coming, for all our relationships. It’s what you do between the first line and the last line that matters.

-> like my Dad.. I was there when he was hospitalised, was there when he was sick and send him for medical checks. Thought of his birthdays and father's days. But was simply not able to see him for the last time even when asked to cos I didn't expect it to happen so quickly.
It didn't matter what was done in-between. It matters what I did at the last leg. Like the last line of the poem.