Darryl’s belogue

Solemn

And tears.

I felt so helpless when i saw my primary school teacher crying today, when i visited her at a shoplot, somewhere in Seremban. She was sitting about a few metres away from her husband, now a lifeless and blueish body, lying in a coffin. He died of pancrease cancer and left behind his two daughters and a broken-hearted wife. I couldnt help but to feel sorry for her, and i tend to put myself in her shoes, feeling shattered and speechless.

While at the same time my dad sms me that he arrived Bangkok safely, about to begin one of the exciting trip of his lifetime. And i thought, there are people who celebrates (at the same moment) new life, new born babies. And this could be what we call life. It involves birth and death. (DENNIS would be calling me a philosopher by now) But there are many times in my life where i find myself not fulfilling my purpose on life. And that i have not love those around me enough to let them go one day. In another words, i will definitely feel guilty of not loving and cherishing those around me enough when they leave the world. And i guess i am not late in saying : "I love you, dad and mom. No matter how you treat me or think of me, i cherish you."

You may feel i am too emotional or stupid, always talking bout life, but when you see a woman with tears rolling down her cheeks profusely and holding a damp hankerchief as what i’ve seen today, i think most of you will agree with me.

"Lord, may you comfort her and her children, and give her shelter when they need you most."