Woke up this morning with an ugly jerk out of bed. Reeling from the news. The sms. Lost for words for the moment. Sometimes, words just seem not enough. Not apprpriate even. Company seems more handy. But awkward in this case. Thus words become the substitute and assurance of someone at least being there.


I remember in sec 3 i faced the same situation when a closed family member past away. In that case my closest friends never got near the issue. I went off for one week i think. A really dark period that one. My mum was so devastated. The home was filled with a seeming everlasting sadness. Gloom. Yet i turn up for school and cca daily with grit and determination to not let my face fall. And fail. The pent energy and smiles and laughter and chattiness was like a deep valley to hide the rot i felt at home. And i admit at last now that i let my mum down that period of time i think. Yup, that i ran away from the gloom. Together with my own i thought it would be too much to take. But in the end, with maturity and time you know that nothing, absolutely nothing, matters more than your closest ties. And you must deal with their sorrow. With courage you must stand by them.


I hope my friend will not make the same mistake as me. He should not. For now, he is more mature than i a few years back i bet. And i'm reminding him now. Such things do matter.


Other than condolences i offer this reminder.
And of course a listening ear anytime anyday.