Funerals. I hate them. i always cry. i know its cliche to say, but why do people have to die?
so far, this year, ive been 2 funerals in the space of 3 months. yippee :/
yesterday was the second funeral. it was hard for me. i wanted to cry so much because i was scared. scared ill forget the memories. scared ill forget what ive learnt where i did. scared ill forget about uncle brian. the man who gave me a house in the best place in the world for me to learn everything one needs for childhood.
why did you have to die? why now? i wish you could have lived on further.
he gave us an opportunity. the happiest holidaying childhood one would ever need. now im lucky enough to even go back there for a weekend. i never want to lose this place, nor the memories he gave us from staying there.
please stay with us forever and ever uncle brian; i dont know what i wouldve done all my years without you :(
childhood wouldve sucked without you. without cunjurong or quebec street; unce sprocko, the lake. <3
i love you all with all my heart.
"Do not cry for I am gone; Smile, for I have been".
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