hello..
i’m always reminded about death, and how painful it is to lose someone, when i visit uncle KL’s fb. i recently wrote a compo on the topic ‘flight’, and i based it on his recount of auntie V’s life during the vigil service, and i just thought to send it to him, perhaps if it would encourage him in any way.
“You know the feeling where after school, you long to go back home and recharge. But what if you had no home in that sense? Then how would you recharge?”
home, a place not made up of a mere building.. but home.
She never did. The flat line – I could only stare at it blankly, the pain numbing my whole heart. Mother, the woman I had always loved, was gone. Death had mercilessly ripped a limb off me, leaving me to defend myself against the tidal waves of grief and loss. It was darkness, entire darkness, as I fought to find light and comfort in the abyss of my sorrows. Mother, she was gone.
in that sense, i’m pretty scared to get close to anyone too. when death strikes, everything’s gone. what’s left would only be memories.. the rest all gone.
okay i guess i’m the only 16-year-old thinking about death over the lunar new year. -_-
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i finished all my school work yesterday! i sat down from 4 all the way to 12 midnight (paused for lunch for about an hour) to finish all my work :D that’s 7 hours :o hahaha, with discipline, encouragement and happiness :)
byebye apple-pie!
