The Great Lost

Who would have foreseen what tomorrow will bring. In just a few seconds, the days of yesterday are no longer the same and it will never never be the same for the coming next days. If yesterday I bid condolences to a couple of my friends for the lost of their parent/s, who would have thought that it would be this soon for their turn to bid me back for my lost too...

From Him we belong and to Him we'll return...

On 9 th February 2015, by 10:11 a.m., my family was shocked by the lost of our leader. Until this day I still unable to re-tell what did happen on that wet and windy morning. The wet weather made us to feel even gloomy and sad. We mourned for the whole week but on the very first day he gone, all of us couldn't sleep and eat well. We just couldn't including me.

He departed without bidding us a proper farewell. It felt so awkward and empty when he gone. We no longer heard his rough-masculine voice...

On the day he passed away, I was given the opportunity to witness his last breathe. When he was gone, I told myself to be strong. I kept myself altogether. I didn't cry but when they called us to see his face for the last time, I approached his unmoving body been fully covered in white cloth. He smelled so good. I touched his forehead. I murmured to him to ask for his apology but the words just didn't come out so well. Only my heart moved my body. 

I slowly kissed his forehead. It was so cold. As cold as ice. Her skin had turned so pale. I told myself, 

" He's gone FRANNY. He's gone. He will never open his eyes, looking at you and smile back at you. He's gone for real... "

And at that time, I cried so hard, so, so hard........................................



May he will be placed among the pious...

(Since that day, I changed... If we (dear friends) meet me again in future, you'll realize that there's some part of me that changed... I'm sure you will)