“Death is not the end
Death can never be the end.

Death is the road.
Life is the traveller.
The Soul is the Guide

Our mind thinks of death.
Our heart thinks of life
Our soul thinks of Immortality.”

It’s weird.

Not too long ago, I had been crying over missing Lola.

For everything there is a season,

Then suddenly, I got this text message from a friend saying that her Lolo whom she was close to died early this morning. A time where I would just suddenly wake up these past few days.

And a time for every matter under heaven:

I could still remember that one lunch break wherein she called me with this soft voice of hers that clearly meant I’m sad and I need someone to spill something out. 

A time to be born, and a time to die;
A time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal;
A time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh;

I could even remember the awkward one-armed hug I gave her while she cried and talked about her Lolo. I could remember my futile attempt at crying too. Maybe because I felt the pain. And I guess, there was no better way but to share the pain she was being burdened with.

A time to mourn, and a time to dance;
A time to throw away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
A time to embrace, And a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to seek, and a time to lose;
A time to keep, and a time to throw away;

It wasn’t that long ago too, when my Lola poked me with flashbacks and tears.

A time to tear, and a time to sew;
A time to keep silence, and a time to speak;

All will be well Yang.

A time to love, and a time to hate,
A time for war, and a time for peace.

Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

~sai