When I was 12, I watched my mum take her last breath. This is my story.

The mountains you carry, you were only meant to climb.

The curtains have fallen. They have to pack their bags to leave. While I miss the performance, it was good while it lasted.

Mummy wanted her funeral to be a colourful one - to dress up in bright colours, play board games, and have a good time reuniting with friends.

"En, you can do it.” Whenever I heard mummy say that, I genuinely believed I could do it. Simply because she said so.

Loss is real. It is a matter of time before we face loss in our lives. This has helped me to help myself, and I hope to share them with you too.