Sometimes I forget how short life is. There are times when I take life for granted, thinking that there will still be tomorrow to see them, thank them or be sorry. But what happens if there is none?
I just came from my great aunt’s funeral. I wasn’t very close to her but I really felt the sorrow earlier. I even shed a tear. Maybe I cried because I was touched by the tears of my Grandfather (her brother). Maybe I cried because everyone was. I don’t know.
But as I was walking at 1:35pm in the heat of the mid-day sun to bring her to her final resting place, it hit me. I never really knew her. Sad. All I know was that she was my great aunt.
How many funerals have I been to where I barely know the person? How many of them were people who I had the chance to get to know but ignored completely? How many of them were supposed to be close to me? maybe I should stop with this attitude and go on to be closer to people.
They say the single white rose, says “I’m sorry…” Well.. I am sorry… I hope Great Aunt is happy in paradise.
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