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14 years ago, on this day…i lost him.

it was a typical sunday. my cousin and i were singing loudly to a bryan adams song. then lola went out of the room and simply told us, “he’s gone.” i never really felt anything. she told me they’re gonna get some help so i had to stay at our house. i went straight to our room, found him lying peacefully in his bed.i laid down beside him.i guess at that time, it hasn’t sinked in that he’s actually getting cold and stiff.all i know was i needed to be beside him, even for the last time.

i never really grieved.i was 9 years old.i actually felt liberated.everything went like a flash of light.maybe that’s why the pain never really goes away.it’s just stuck in one dark corner in my heart.

lolo, i love you. i’ll always miss you. thank you for making me feel loved.i don’t get that a lot you know. =)