A proper goodbye

Brother, this is for you.

You were loved.

You passed away yesterday. I fully remembered when I visit you at the hospital. You were smiling, a bit more talkative than usual, weren’t you? You told me not to worry because your doctor has said that you are getting better. A typical trait of yours that had never fail to make people comfortable being around you. A sense of control of that everything will be just fine if it was under your watch.

You were kind.

We were that different, you and me. Your Daddy said to me that you were the most independent kid among your siblings — yes, I knew it right. You were far, almost impossible from being labelled as a “bad boy”. You were simply too kind for everyone. Yes, you were that kind I couldn’t bear to let go. But I have to.

You and me, we were the same age. We were kiddos trying to figure out what is what. What we can do to make ends meet. We were shaping our future from scratch. My only regret is that we had just started. Yet you only been here so briefly. I was picturing you become a loving old man you were supposed to be. But no, I am sorry that you couldn’t. But I also envy you that you are now at eternal peace.

You will be remembered.

I am sorry if I wasn’t good enough friend for you. I am so sorry if my presence at your room two days ago wasn’t helpful to bring you back to health. You got so much potential and so much everything coming up your way.

If only you can see us from up there, you’ll see us love you very much and I am sorry you’ve got to go really young. But I bet you are now smiling even more happily cause you are at one with God in heaven.