Diary of an Introvert

42.5: The Burial

We are at the church and the mass for my uncle is almost done. The families were requested to gather around him to offer a prayer.

As I joined the circle, I saw a lot of tired, sad eyes becoming red from crying. "I don't want to cry." I said to myself but I can already feel the tightness of my chest and pain in my throat.

We returned to our seats and my cousin went on the alter, got the mic and started her eulogy to her father.

The message was filled with love and mostly regrets. They failed to notice this day, tito's death was just around the corner. No one noticed so no one cared to worry. Every thing was fine before his death and this sudden loss gave a heartache to the family.

"I don't want to cry. Please don't cry." I keep on telling myself but I can already feel my tears falling my sleepless face.

As we brought him to his resting place, I remembered the song I made.

"I am floating in the atmosphere, seeing all the scenery the air did sing a sad song theme, I listened and everything turned clear, I was brought in the place where I should rest and be still."

Here I wonder how I made such a song. I haven't died and I don't know how it felt to be in the line of death but how?

Until now it's a mystery. Like how my uncle is feeling right now— like where is he now. Noone knows the answer except for the Lord.

Lord, please don't let anything bad happen to my family and love ones. I am not ready. I can't handle it yet. Please... guide them well. Amen.

*** to be continued***