Question Mark

I’m here at Changi Airport in Singapore. It’s a weird feeling… all sorts. But mostly sad, sad, sad. Is grandma still waiting for me? Can she cope with the pain and the waiting? Is it no longer an is but a was? It remains a big question mark to me. Are you still with us grandma?

I hope I’m still able to see her and she me.

On the other hand… there is that other feeling… nervous…