Letter to a friend..

Fourth Year High School [part 2]

No tear fell from my eyes.

It seems so unbelievable. It is like everything is a blurr to me.

Everything happened so fast.

So then, our other friends and batch mates went already except for me because it was very stormy that time. My parents promised to just accompny me. When we came there, his mom was happy to finally meet me. according to her, she only knows me through his stories and funny thing is, she thought I was a boy.. [ haha!]. His parents were there, his brother, and his sister.

After only few days, we attended his internment. Many students and alumni from our school were present. All of us were crying and there you would see and hear his mother cying, not wanting to let go and anybody touch him.

When he was living, he was a good son, an intelligent student and a very dear friend to many.

Though I already know that these were all very real, still it doesn't seem to sink in. He was too young, too young at the age of Fifteen to experience all those pain and die.

Two weeks after..

My grandfather died. He was so depressed because of my auntie's death.

More painful than that is I was just beside him when all the nurses and doctors were there trying to revive him.

For a month or so, I cried myself to sleep while listening to the song "Bogoshipda".

It was a korean song that Kev and I tried to learn during 3rd year high school. It means "I miss you"

It's like every memory I have with these people comes back and the regret of not telling them that they are important to me gives me so much regret.

I didn't know how I got through all those pain.

Maybe the crying at night lessen all the heartaches.

Imagine, three deaths in a row.

I know, it is nothing for some people who experience much more painful than that but I know, these incidents in my life proved how strong I am emotionally. This showed that I can handle many more problems and obstacles that I would be going through.

After again, I think a month, I just found myself visitng my auntie and grandfather's grave, then after that I went to kev's tomb alone. Even my parents or other friends didn't know that I'll be going there.

I think, that was the time that I already accepted all those things that happened and I was then ready to move on, be happy to what life's gonna offer, and to treasure the people I love.