As you said goodbye I nearly died.

"‎I wish I could say I've clung on to time like gold, but as you say good bye I nearly died."



There are no words for loss.
A silent moment that passes on between those who have lost.
Tear, sighs and there was nothing more we could give.
The grieving does not end just there, does it?

Where are you now?
Will you come back and watch over us? Should you?
What happens next?
Does the grieving goes on forever?


My cousin, who is 9, asked me - "Jie jie, when will we see ah gong again?"
I paused and tears started streaming down my cheeks.
seeing this, he said: "forever?"
I hugged him and said nothing.