Honestly, it still feels weird when you are no longer here.
It feels like I am missing something when you are not around.
I still remember when we would arrive school almost at the same time,
and we parked side by side,
and seeing you sending your son off to his class makes me feel proud of your fatherly side.
I still remember how we always said "Hi" or "Good morning",
or even teasing each other whenever we passed by one another.
I still remember how I always get to have lunch with you and your son,
and we would talk about all the stuffs in Sabah,
and my own relationship issue,
and how you would advise me and give me encouragement.
I remember your height,
your voice,
your face,
and how you are as crazy and funny as all my other colleagues.
I thought we would walk along this career path for a long time,
and I even thought of inviting you to my future wedding.
But you were gone too soon.
I still remember how I was shaking and crying when I heard the news,
how I burst into tears at school when the news was mentioned again,
and how I cried again when I saw you at the most unexpected place.
Thank you for appearing in my dream the other day,
and said the last "Hi" before leaving.
I hope you are good at the other place,
and you would always be remembered in every single praise and worship session.
Because I believe that you have never left.
You still live in my memories.
Jenny.
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