|It was such a cloudy day~|
I am already at peace with the fact that he's no longer here. Although sometimes when I think and talk about him, I still feel a kind of pain stabbing me with tears threatening to fall. But I'm still ok. The only reason why I suddenly posted this up again is because I went to visit him last Sunday.
We planned to go there early in the morning, but due to circumstances, were delayed till noon. We arrived approximately at 3 and surprisingly, it was cloudy and breezy. It wasn't at all hot and it wasn't raining. Almost like that day he was buried.
After reading Yaasin for him, I stood there by his grave just staring. I have already accepted that he's gone, and I am looking straight at his grave. But then, why do I still feel everything to be so surreal? Even when we went to visit his mom, talking to her, at times reminiscing, and then going to his room, I could not shake away that feeling. He must've meant a lot more to me than I thought he did. Or perhaps it's just me being overly sensitive?
This was our first Hari Raya without him. Since I met him, he's always at our open house and I'm always happy to see he eat (he loves eating). This year I'm having another one and it felt kinda sad that he won't be there ever again.
|Al-Fatihah, buat Allahyarham Irsyad.|
|When the time comes, we'll all leave~|
Just a short update. Take care alls,