Mourning

The feeling of trauma...
The thought of getting back someone knowing that he's not gonna be alive anymore...
The mourning...

Everything seems to be dark...

Eveything seems to be unfair...

Everything seems to be fantacised...

In fact, that's the truth... That's what we have to been through in our life...[the unfair life]

We are gonna miss you...
We are gonna miss your jokes, the way you make the family members laugh...
We are gonna remember what you have taught us, your advices...
We are gonna miss those days where the whole family swimming in the pool of Malacca Club with laughter together with you...
We are gonna miss the day we had our dinner together with laughter...
We are gonna miss you, qiu (uncle in Hakka dialect)

May you rest in Peace.