Wednesday, May 9, 2012

When we die, we will turn into songs, and we will hear each other and remember each other.

So, a friend of mine, Feby Wulandari had an accident at last Saturday and her condition is critical ever since. She done a surgery, a major one, and it was successful. But she's getting worse every single day and this morning at 9a.m. she passed away. I still can't believe that she's gone, like, she's not going to be there again, every single morning, unlocking her locker and carrying books. I had goodbyes but I never had this particular one before. I know death is impossible to reject but I wish she had live longer. The amount of tears I took out and the massive headache I'm going to get will not pass the pain of losing a friend. Yes, I'm not all so-close-we-know-each-other-secrets with her, but she's the sun in the class, the motivation when we're down. And her locker door is impeccable. She has the most determination to go through anything.

I know fate and wants could be super contradicting, as I watch her body lay on the floor, helpless. I want her to smile, to enjoy the fresh air and the humming birds, but I can't. I didn't have enough guts to see her being buried, and yes, I may not cry the hardest but my heart just shook off when I see flowers sprinkled in her yard. My knee turns to jelly. And I wish Allah heard every prayer that we sent for her, and guide her along the way back.

Oh dear, I'll miss you quite terribly.

Feby Wulandari
You'll continue to live in our hearts.

"Every man's life ends the same way. It is only the details of s/he lived and how s/he died that distinguish one man from another" Ernest Hemingway
Then, you'll be distinguished as a special one, By.

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