why is it that we often try to find more meaning than there really is with the passing of someone?
when jay posted the picture of s78 on fb, i was feeling all warm and fuzzy inside
sure i wasnt that close to yew chong or really knew her for who she was,
but she was once part of my life
and when she passed on, it just felt like i lost that tiny part of my life,
the one when i'm standing at the bench with shus and yew chong says something funny
the one when miss claire said she wasnt gonna be with us for the next year
the one when the class visited her in the hospital
the one when we celebrated with a cake when she came back to us
and the one when i met her in uni and was relieved she made it here with us, she was a year late, but nothing matters, she's here with us now.
and when jay posted the photo, i was glad, she brought the class closer together than we ever were since we left school.
she brought our hearts together and brought us back to the time when we were celebrating her return at the class bench.
and then i wonder, do we put more meaning to it than there really is.
she moved on without us, is there really more to it?
what if she really doesnt know what happens here anymore,
what if she doesnt see us get closer, what if she doesnt have access to fb wherever she is?
how do i tell her then?
that i'm thankful to you yew chong for being that tiny part of my life
rest in peace dear, we'll miss you.
i hope he took her from us for a good reason, and led her to a better place.