In Loving Memory

Dedicated to you. Choo Huiting, Celine.

So sad of your passing Saturday night.
Muscles broke and bones tore.
Couldn't help but fall on my knees in disbelief.
But it hit after talking to more members.
Uncontrolled they streaked, down the cheeks they burn.
Like rubber on asphalt. Damn it hurt.

Saw you at your brother's wedding only a week ago.
You were beaming. No less.
You celebrated the joy of your brother.
And the freedom to drive.
You looked different that night.
"Older" you said. "Pretty, nontheless" I replied.
I insisted I stayed and talked to you, even though its your brother's wedding.
I insisted to have a photo taken.
Least I know it'll be the last I'll see of you.

After crying at the break of news.
I dreaded going to your wake.
Why is it a called wake, when people are there grieving.
I hate to go to the coffin to see your face.
The warmth of tears warms my eyelids.

I've only been to wakes for relatives of friends who died.
Only to be a support for them.
Where do I stand now, when it's your relatives who need a support.
There was a book where we had to sign in.
And to add a little note.
Everyone wrote something.
"you'll always be remembered" they say.

I left mine blank.
Things said to you should have been said 4 days ago.
Tell me the pastures is greener on the other side.
Tell me how's it like to lie of green pastures.
To look in His glory.

In lovin' memory.