1.0PoohsDenhttps://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsdenVinithahttps://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsden/author/pooh_admin/rich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="oAWeEzbRjK"><a href="https://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsden/bitterness/">Bitterness</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsden/bitterness/embed/#?secret=oAWeEzbRjK" width="600" height="338" title="“Bitterness” — PoohsDen" data-secret="oAWeEzbRjK" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script type="text/javascript"> /* <![CDATA[ */ /*! This file is auto-generated */ !function(d,l){"use strict";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&"undefined"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!/[^a-zA-Z0-9]/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),c=new RegExp("^https?:$","i"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display="none";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute("style"),"height"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):"link"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute("src")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener("message",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener("DOMContentLoaded",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll("iframe.wp-embedded-content"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute("data-secret"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+="#?secret="+t,e.setAttribute("data-secret",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:"ready",secret:t},"*")},!1)))}(window,document); //# sourceURL=https://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsden/wp-includes/js/wp-embed.min.js /* ]]> */ </script> Another year passes by. 9 years and it seems like yesterday when you promised me you will always be with me. As I type these words, I squeeze my eyes shut tight and wish desperately to feel you – to hear your voice call me Jitu again. I need a sign – a sign everything will be all right. A sign that will make me stronger to face the days ahead. I wipe those tears rolling down my cheeks and tell myself to act my age and write a beautiful post in your memory. I wish I had something to write but all I can feel is bitterness. I miss you more than ever. I wish I had the answers and knew what to do. I wish I could ease the hurt and pain just like you used to do. I feel helpless. My words seem hollow. All I can do is wish for the best. I will keep up the unspoken words of promise I made to you – I will always love and cherish being your granddaughter. I will work the hardest to ease the pains and the sadness – the past couple of years and today as […]http://www.ourowncorner.com/poohsden/wp-content/uploads/2013/01/ATgAAACAChRwdYcv7PMNCH60OSDAIvKf_PrzfBgd0wMTlFVN_1fPbOK17A4Rdhh2A8s9Z_m46ac-2aJhbHsJ6h6U73aWAJtU9VC2ez1xa8PmdDEuJcG5jy13Uc1TOA-194x300.jpg