Here's to smiles, and giggles, and laughter ...

2021 was a weird year even though it's still not over. 

I keep comparing it to 2003. The year my grandpa died, my mum got diagnosed with cancer, and the worst of all, I got my first period. And now you'd say how my grandpa dying and mum getting cancer is less worse than me getting my period. You see, my grandpa is resting, my mum recovered, but I STILL GET MY FRICKIN PERIOD AND IT'S WORSE THAN EVER!!

Anyway, let's get into 2021. Oh and this is going to be my last "blog" for the year.

You see, I started this year hopeful and in love. With a friend. Within a month or so, I was left with neither.

Another few months later, my Dad's brother died unexpectedly. I wasn't close to him, no. What bugged me was how he died. He overdosed on drugs, and was dead in a public hospital with no ID on him. A charity organization performed his final rituals, and buried him. Three days later, a cousin of mine read the papers and found out. It mustn't have been a pretty sight when his kids found out. 

How did his death bother me? He died alone. I live alone and that's my worst fear. To be dead for days before my loved ones find out. 

Life moves on right? It did for me too. But then, not even 3 months later my Mum's brother passed away. And I was close to that uncle. He was the one whom I always imagined by my side. He was the only doctor I trusted. Ever. Living in Germany, I have access to great healthcare but even then I would always second check with him. 

"Mama, should I eat this tablet the doctor gave me?"

"Mama, I got this thing on my arm, is it an allergic reaction?"

"Mama, my kitchen drain is blocked. What medicine should I take?"

You can say his death hit me hard. I couldn't imagine what his family felt like if I, only his niece, felt my world collapsed. 

Not only I, but everyone in my family felt like we'd never recover. But time, it can be a bitch but it also can be the best medicine (yeah I know they say that about laughter but guess what I'm saying time is the best medicine so sue me!)

Let's cut to the start of October and everyone's preparing for my brother's baby who is due end of November but then BAM she's more than a month early. Which I know would have been scary if she and the mother weren't healthy. But they both were and still are.

And let me tell you, the moment I saw that baby's face, for the first time in what felt like ages, I had happy tears and every bad thing that happened that year, suddenly started to hurt much less.

And it's not like every day I don't think about my late uncle, it's just that I've started remembering him in a way that doesn't make me feel sad. I think about the good times rather than the fact that he isn't among us physically anymore.

 And to think, it's amazing how a mini sized person can bring the maximum amount of joy in one's life. And I'll say is, here's to more happy tears, belly tickles, laughter snorts, and less sad moments in 2022.