This is what we people called, The Circle Of Life
People died, babies borned. We cry, we laugh. *okay the last part was crappy*
What I was trying to tell is, people had to leave, sooner or later.
And those people around them, must learned to let them go.
Letting them go is the hardest part of all, but when you move on..trust me, they will be happier to see you that way.
Packing my clothes, I found that I don't have dark-or-dull-that-doesn't-even-allowed-a-little-bright-colour-clothes as much as I thought. *crap, I need new outfits*
Leaving for Johor, my heart was wailing, moaning, complaning.
I don't blamed my dear Grandfather for leaving, in fact, I'm happy for him that the battle is over, and he can enjoy his life in somewhere else better.
It's the last day I saw Jia Jin, and maybe, some of my other friends.
It's been more than 2/3 weeks since I saw Chao Wei too!
Arriving there, I wasn't prepared to see the coffin in the living room. *yesh, the house is HUGE, got ten rooms and a huge living room and more*
I wasn't prepared to see everything reaaranged already.
Wasn't prepared to find my grandfather lying in the coffin, looking so peaceful, yet hard to recognized him.
Dear Diary,
Unable to blog, I decided to write here. On 12/11/08, my loving Grandfather is free from the pain. I never know how he died yet, does he passed away in his sleep? Does he died when he was reading newspaper? Or what? This is one question that I had never got the courage to ask...yet.
Last night, I arrived at Johor around 10p.m something. And reacher Macap at 11p.m or 12a.m *forgotten*
My mum burst into sobs when we step into her childhood home. Grabbing some jocksticks, she fell on her knees, crying really hard, and prayed. Seeing her in this state, I feel like crying as well. But somehow, I forced myself not to, and I succeed.
What Waynie said was right, whoever that left people behing wouldn't want to see them crying or being far too upset. It would make them feel like it's their fault. And so, I was determined not to cry anymore.
We fold money for him, talking at times, and even managed to laugh a little to lighten up our moods. So what if we laughed? I bet it will make Grandfather happy to see us like this.
I slept at 3a.m something with my other two cousins, having a terrible headache cause of the smoke. I can't stand it.
The next morning, I saw Blackie and Brey that my Grandfather owns. They look tired, sad, and moody. My heart went out for them, their master is gone, forever, who will talk to them like he does ever? Who will pat their heads and praise them once more?
I spend some time with them, reading their minds and answering them. No one else really care about them like I do, only ME *again*
I miss school, my loving friends (Hean Tee, Vern Ern, Hor Yean, Suha, Irene, Lynnie, Sin Beng, Yi Xiu, Ashleigh, Jia Jin, Michelle, Nicholas, Waynie and more) and my sister (Sue Ki <3) and Chao Wei.
Hope they won't feel too sad or what. I hope they still have fun right now. Gtg!!
This is what I wrote before, not personal or what lolx!
Anyways..things happened. Curious?
People believe, that when someone died, they will be a moth or a butterfly.
Right?
I seriously believe this legend already. A few days before we buried Him.
A moth flew around, and finally end at his favourite Grandson's right leg there (my cousin brother).
And it stayed there, not wanting to leave him.
For the whole night through all the praying!!
Until finally, they gently placed that moth into the house that we will burn for Grandfather.
And it stayed there till it died. *omigosh*
And a few days later till before I came back, we still saw a butterfly or moth around the house everyday. *it's seriously true, I totally believe, how can I not?*
There's more events that happend the year I borned. I'll only write it in the next post.
I feel stressed writting all these...
I will continued...I promise...
From: Darkling Lovecraft aka Suezie
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