EPILOGUE 🎵

A text version of what I said👇🏼

My dear, favourite person, Andy,

I hope you enjoyed this series of posts for this week. They may be far from perfect or professional, but they are from the bottom of my heart.

I often don't know what else I can give to you, especially on a limited platform like this. I also don't know your thoughts about it — did you like it? Did you have anything to say?

I know you don't like people celebrating your birthdays. I never got to properly ask you why, but I somehow feel it.

I guess what I wanted to say to you on this birthday is, even though I may not be able to always understand every single thing you go through, because there are just things in life that we have to go through on our own. But I promise that I will be right here by your side, next to the Andy who has too much in his mind and too little that he can express. Until one day, you decided to share with me all your conflicted thoughts, suffocating feelings, and your wildest random ideas — I will be there to listen to everything you have to say.

Recently, my mom finally decided to retire in March this year. If you don't remember, she is a workaholic who is 300% emotionally attached to her ‘glorious’ career. That’s what gives her purpose and motivation.

But when she told us her decision, she said, it is a lesson that she has to learn:

There is a time for everything. When it’s time to grow old, you have to grow old. God is gracious to ‘buy her time’ to slowly face this fear. But when it’s time to let go, you have to let go, because there is an expiry date for everything.

I thought, that is something that we all have to learn, isn’t it?

A humble yet brave posture to follow the flow of time — whether it’s a time for waiting, harvesting, or a time for a goodbye, or a new beginning.

Sounds scary? It does. But also remember? We’ve got each other, and don’t forget the inner child Andy and Hannah. 😊

Love you. ❤️‍🩹