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Saturday, May 5, 2007

i went to the funeral of Patrick Norman from class 1/4 2007
i thought of just paying my respect for him,but ended up getting plunged into sadness

had mass at St.Joseph's @ 3.15 tll around 4++
and then a group of us went along to Mandai Crematorium for Patrick's cremation
i was honestly struck down by his parents' wailing.

when they opened the little portion of the coffin where you can see the face,
the moment it got lifted up his mother started crying again.
i feel their loss.such grieve cannot be taken unoticed
i almost cried too but i managed to hold back.
i put the flower i brought,looked at his lonely face
stepped back,bowed and i went out of the room.

and then at the viewing room.
the scene was absolutely dramatic,damn touching
his mom's wailing was like so damn unbearable
it pierced my heart like a sharp sword
i mean i could feel her pain.her vast grief
i could not help but to drop a tear.and then i decided to let go
and i started crying.
u know it just reminds me of the past lah...
and in his remembrance im gonna wrtie up a poem for him soon.look out for it


At the very least,if we are free to swim in our own dreams,we wouldn't need that kind of sky ::6:07 AM



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