Goodbye.

I'm never a fan of goodbyes. And it hurts when someone does. Death looks so normal in the movies. Heck it even looks good with the all black attire with the matching black umbrella and it's raining. But when you see it up close, then you'd feel the sting. The pain that lingers from somebody going away.


We were a tad close: perhaps in the heart. I can't really remember much aside from fragmented memories of childhood wherein he was the good guy that I did not know but taught me a lot.


I often ask myself who he was, without finding the right answer.


I saw him fragile and smiling whilst battling cancer. I wanted to say: "Hi Uncle Henry. Remember me? I'm that kid you knew. I'm big now." But I didn't have the courage to do so.


Remembering him exactly from my childhood was painful to compare to state I saw him.


He's still smiling, but you could tell that he's worried but he tries not to show it.


He knows he's nearing, but he tells he's going to be okay.


i hate this feeling. i hate having to say goodbye.


I promised you though. And I'll keep it. For real this time around. Despite those numerous other promises I've said to some people in the past and have unkept.


I'll miss you, Uncle. :') Stay with God. I know you're happy beside Him.


Pray that I'll be strong. Also, watch over the 10 month old baby that we saw in the funeral place. I know she'd be a good angel. She perhaps did not get the chance to stay in this world, but... I know she'd be growing up as an angel in the heaven. :)

We're going to miss you. I'm going to miss you.