musings of a dreamer

Hey you,

I’m sorry I’ve taken so long to write. It’s exactly a year now since the day you left. Wow, time sure flies huh?

It took me a while to accept the reality that you were gone. That you were no longer a text message away. That I could no longer tease you before I sleep.

In the span of a year, I realize you’ve never really left. I see you in every doting brother, I hear you tapping to your favourite songs every time they go on air, I sense you in the camaraderie of family gatherings, I remember you in your favourite foods and your favourite places.

It no longer stabs me in the heart when you come back to me in these little things … well, at least not as badly. It’s comforting to know that I bring along a part of you with me everyday, the same way you took a part of me with you when you left.

Anniversaries are to be observed (if only to escape the wrath of your other half); birthdays are to be celebrated (you missed my 21^st by the way… I painted the town a shade of purple for you), achievements to be toasted, festivals to be shared with special someones, but goodbyes … I refuse to believe they exist. There’s only till we meet again.

I’m offering you a prayer today. A prayer that peace will be yours to have at last. That you’d find fulfillment, contentment and the happiness that eluded you here.

I wish you’d stuck around longer to hear what I have to say now. I love you. We all do. But I think you knew that right? Till we meet again, promise you’ll tell me all about touring the galaxy and the milky way.

P/s : Say hi to poh poh and grandma for me will you?

Lots of love,

Jo

“Perhaps they are not stars, but rather openings in heaven where the love of our lost ones pours through and shines down upon us to let us know they are happy.” - Eskimo Proverb