Death.
Something I’ve never really felt or dealt with. Now, the first time in my 16 years of life, the first death of someone I knew. The grief comes pouring in, like acid burning a hole through my heart. The pain.
Yet, I know, the pain I experience is merely a small fraction of what a mother, father and brother would feel. Losing someone you gave birth to, quarreled with you, played with you, fought with you, your very own flesh and blood.
The pain and grief, enough to drive anyone into a life of silence. Yet, we ought to rejoice that he has finally rejoined his Creator in eternal harmony.
At this moment, he might be watching everyone of us, by our side, trying to tell us something. Yet we are unable to hear anything. Imagine the conflict of emotion, the euphoria of being able to meet your Creator and the sadness that the ones you love and miss is unable to hear you.
Never being able to say goodbye is the worst feeling you’ll get. Jun Xuan, I hope you have met your Creator and accepted Him. Maybe I’ll meet you in eternity one day…
Goodbye.
