Life is short. It is too short to worry of things that did not happen. It is too short to not forgive. It is too short to keep reminiscing the past and forgetting to live.
The unfortunate news of my passing cousin broke out in the middle of a funny night routine of drinking coffee while watching our favorite tv show. It squeezed out all the courage I mustered beneath my shaking bones. The blood in my veins rushed heavily into my heart hoping to calm it’s rising voice of despair.
He is gone. There’s no way we can ever get him back. We are too late to tell him to fight. We can never tell him that life is short enough to keep it shorter. We are too late to let him feel that we are here. We are here.
Life will not stop when you die. There are people who will have to live after you’re gone. They will have to continue living. It is a painful thing–to go on and live this life without the person you love. 💔💔💔