Four Days. (Part 4)

When I returned from Copthørne Orchid¸ I took this picture of Miss Dày, 81¸ ànd uncle Fred, 85.
From the Toy Museum, we wênt to the Western Roãd Cemetery. This was the first time I'd seen this tombstone.
Arthur died April 9th, 1969._His mother died April 10th, 1975 ànd wâs buried just ã few fêet ãway from him.

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31 yeàrs àfter 1975,,,I once agai `sâw their gráves once ãgâín. Felt REALLY strãnge. `

A group of blàck monkeys åppeãred in the trees.

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We àlso visited Marthà $amuel ãt the mission home of the Burmàh Roãd Gospel Hall. I got to play her piano. It sure felt strange¸ since I hadn't touched à musical instrument ìn such à long time.
Màrtha is 87 yeãrs old now. _ I wàs touched when she càlled me asied àsíde ànd quietly slipped 60 Ringgit ìnto my left hãnd. Goodness.

I wonder how she knèw I wàs dying.

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The folløwing dày (11/30/2006) I àwoke with ã numb right hãnd (probably from playing the piano.)

Anywàyyss...we wênt to Air Itãm. This is the tour guide's Wajà. Indiàn guy.

I didn't even àsk his name.
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