I cried again. I'm not tough enough. His eyes sparkled and his lips broke into gentle smile when I saw him. I wish that I could at least do something for him. Crying won't help anything..
Memories flow like giant tears, the chills arises in the air, a masterpiece in mind, a beautiful funeral. Roses set up the casket, a pale face laid to rest, and angelic song was sung. Jesus gave his guidance, his reassurance, and the deliverance for the love ones. Jesus’ blew and the dust were scattered and brought a person to life. (That's what I heard from the priest..)
It's quite late right now. I'm still don't know whether should I give u a call or not. How are you? Are you okay? Did you need anything? Tonight the first night and what I’m doing now is just sitting in front of computer weeping. Is there anything that I can do for you? I hope that I could giggle and slurp a hot chocolate with you tonight. But I'm not good in talking and I’m afraid that what I do will make it even worse. Dear friend, forgive me..
It hurts to look back, if you feel afraid to look ahead, look besides coz we all will be there.
