…The sky still dark at 7:00 AM…a call came in through my cell phone…”she’s gone,” a sad cracking voice said…and then the cell phone became quiet…I looked out the window…the sky got darker and it was lightly snowing…I felt a tight squeeze in my heart…this was not a usual morning…
(*i took this shot of my neighbor’s house)
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I got my new bicycle recently, and I don’t drive. The cemetery where my parents ‘stay’, is about 15 km away from my home. There is no easy way to get there due to the heavy traffic. However, the cemetery is located in a huge area, with a quiet and serene atmosphere, and the trees are so beautifully decorating the curving slopes of the hill. It does not seems like any part of Singapore. The path leading to the columbarium is covered by the shadow of the leaves of trees along the two sides, and the cooler wind blows gently to my face in this hot weather tropical country. I am just glad this is such a peaceful place for my parents, and I am sure, it is the same for ‘she’. We will one day, join them for the peace.
Take care.
kc
thanks, Kc. it was a very sad morning. a newly born baby of a friend is now resting in peace. and we just move on…that’s how it should be.
I have no religion, but I wish GOD send more Angels to the family soon, and let the happiness fill their home again.
kc
thanks, Kc, for that wonderful wish. much appreciated.
Very moving, Virgilio.
thanks for the thoughtful comments.