The pain was excruciating.
I was very happy when your treatment is finally over.
Was proud of you when you appeared on local newspaper telling people how you have won the fight.
Was touched when I attended your wedding, teared when you thank us on stage (which we have never expected it at all)...
As a witness of your windy treatment path.
The night when there was a emergency call light when you were unwell and I was about to get off shift, I literally dropped everything and ran to your bed side. The look on your mom’s face is inked still deep in my mind.
Felt relieved when I know that you are unwell but was stable.
You shared how you felt that your finishing line has been pushed to somewhere you cannot reach.
I told you if you get well I will buy you a tub of BnJ vanilla ice cream (which I did).
The news came to us as a shock.
What happened?
Why?
It is so painful.
When messages of Merry Christmas kept flooding in, all that I could think of is you.
The sun is still shining bright outside and the skies remained blue...
But this Christmas is no longer the same...
It will never be the same anymore.
