Today, my wife breathed her last. I was filled with all kinds of weird emotions. One, of a deep, deep, deep sense of loss. Another of relief for her as her suffering was so very great towards the end.
I know that a part of me died with her. But that the rest of me must still go on. For Junior, for my parents, and for all our loved ones. But my life will forever no longer be the same.
I lost my bestest friend in the world as well today. Someone who humanly came closest to "getting" me. This is possibly the saddest thing as I'm not easily understandable.
How will we go on?
I'm not sure now, but I know we will live through this, just like how we've sailed through every storm, survived every speed bump.
May God welcome her with open arms, may she take our Lord's hands and never ever let go.
She promised me she'd always be with us. And my wife always keeps her promises.
requiescat in pace et lux perpetua luceat ei
