2 days before raye.

Eventhough I know you'd be able to finally rest in peace, I still dont want to accept the fact that you've gone, just a day after I visited you. 

I had just stroked your hand while saying prayers yesterday. I still remember how you had looked like. You gave me, and the others, a sense of hope. A sense of hope that you would get well. A sense of hope that God will do a miracle.

Just yesterday, mum told me that the doctor said your heartbeat's improving. (and i saw it myself yesterday) And that you'd soon be able to get out of that damn hospital after months. That you'd be then taken care of in a nursing home. That you'd soon be able to do the normal things we do.

Now, it's all over. Our hopes are crashed. You left, you gave up, you stopped fighting, you're tired, you're resting now, and never going to wake up again.

I cant do anything, I'll just pray for you.

You'll always be in my heart.