a friend’s father died yesterday; i found out this morning, and cried for most of the day. it’s not as though we are best friends, or even close friends who hang out often, who confide in each other. thinking back to my reaction – the overwhelming rush of sadness was for him and for the person i know him to be – cheerful, capable, super-talented, quirky, funny, absolute sunshine – and reconciling it with events, life, things. but despite not being close to him, i do have a soft spot for this kid, who was an editor under me last year and who i selected as successor to the school paper. there are people i care about without really knowing them or expecting similar – and i would not want to see them sad, ever, especially not like this. and so i grieve for the survivors like him. and i don’t know how much love you can send out like a star in the night to someone, but i’m sending everything i have, and i hope he gets it.
my sister said something to the effect of “it’s funny how we choose to let some deaths affect us more than others, otherwise we’d never be able to cope.”
the colours seem to fade
Thank you for crying, caring and being there. You have no idea how much it means to me.
Hey Flor. Did you know that Neil Gaiman will be in Singapore at the end of the month? Hope you get to see him. Cheers and miss you loads <3