This ought to be the last entry on my departed friend. It is not that she wasn’t missed anymore. I still do, and always hoped that I will forever do. However, this chapter of my life had to come to a close. It has been on hold long enough.
Grieve is no longer on agenda as we grieve only when there is any unresolved matter on hand. I had freed myself from pain and destruction. Tears no longer formed when her image appear in my mind. Sometimes giving up doesn't mean you are weak, sometimes it means you are strong enough to let go. Am I living in denial? Perhaps.
I still remember the last time I went to visit her in her final resting place, I could not shook off her reproach look. She wants me to let go and be happy. Looking back at her last message which she ask me to be happy not only today, tomorrow but forever, I had failed to listen to her, as always. I quickly ran off but somehow I manage to say goodbye. Not in words but I still did. The emotional attachment is broken. I am free.
I used to resent her for not coming back to visit, be it in dream or in person. Yet, do I scared? What a failure I am, being afraid of a friend. Maybe she does come, but sensing my cowardice, she never shows herself. Not wanting to make me afraid or not wanting another flood of tears? Why must she always be so considerate? I guess I am just being selfish. She no longer belongs to this world. It’s time to go and not turn back.
For those who hadn’t get over the grief, (if any), look here,
Some stars we see in the sky die millions of years ago,
And yet we still see their light today.
Her spirit will shine on.
The pain will diminish in time but not the light.
Only pessimist aptly recalls the hurts and failures of yesterday,
But simply cannot remember the plentiful possibilities of a new tomorrow.
The optimist has a hopeful future already memorized.
Everything will head for an end someday.
Some may be crying at the end of tunnel.
Lost in time. Never came out.
Some may crawl out dejected.
Energy spent, passion is gone.
Some will walk out cheerfully
Searching for another cave.
Which one am I?
Well, goodbye my friend. Be gone and be happy. Don’t worry. Everyone is fine back here. We had moved on. That which does not kill us makes us stronger. Don’t let my suffering rob you of your own.
Miss you…..
Grieve is no longer on agenda as we grieve only when there is any unresolved matter on hand. I had freed myself from pain and destruction. Tears no longer formed when her image appear in my mind. Sometimes giving up doesn't mean you are weak, sometimes it means you are strong enough to let go. Am I living in denial? Perhaps.
I still remember the last time I went to visit her in her final resting place, I could not shook off her reproach look. She wants me to let go and be happy. Looking back at her last message which she ask me to be happy not only today, tomorrow but forever, I had failed to listen to her, as always. I quickly ran off but somehow I manage to say goodbye. Not in words but I still did. The emotional attachment is broken. I am free.
I used to resent her for not coming back to visit, be it in dream or in person. Yet, do I scared? What a failure I am, being afraid of a friend. Maybe she does come, but sensing my cowardice, she never shows herself. Not wanting to make me afraid or not wanting another flood of tears? Why must she always be so considerate? I guess I am just being selfish. She no longer belongs to this world. It’s time to go and not turn back.
For those who hadn’t get over the grief, (if any), look here,
Some stars we see in the sky die millions of years ago,
And yet we still see their light today.
Her spirit will shine on.
The pain will diminish in time but not the light.
Only pessimist aptly recalls the hurts and failures of yesterday,
But simply cannot remember the plentiful possibilities of a new tomorrow.
The optimist has a hopeful future already memorized.
Everything will head for an end someday.
Some may be crying at the end of tunnel.
Lost in time. Never came out.
Some may crawl out dejected.
Energy spent, passion is gone.
Some will walk out cheerfully
Searching for another cave.
Which one am I?
Well, goodbye my friend. Be gone and be happy. Don’t worry. Everyone is fine back here. We had moved on. That which does not kill us makes us stronger. Don’t let my suffering rob you of your own.
Miss you…..
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