he's gone. just like that.

my uncle just passed away. and we didnt even get to say goodbye. he didnt even get a chance to see his kids cause he doesnt live with them. my auntie and him got a divorce a long time ago and although his name was a taboo in our family, he was still, once a part of our family(he married my mother's sister). so although i wasn't close to him i can't deny the fact that when my mother told me that she was rushing into malaysia with my sister to accompany my auntie to confirm that my uncle has really passed away, i was shocked. after the divorce, my uncle moved to malaysia so now, at 10pm at night, my mum, sister and auntie are going into malaysia to confirm that a member of our family has left us forever.

and guess what? im scared. and worried. i mean, life is like that fragile that when you least expected it, you may just get a phone callm, bringing you devasting news and it doesnt help that my family is going into malaysia in the middle of the night. like how safe is malaysia really? especially at night? i dunno. and im just rambling cause nothing is really working for me to take my mind of this right now...

i always joke that i havent attended a funeral in a long time and i seriously didnt mean it in any other way. i love my family way too much to have anyone of them leave me. but now, hmmm.. i can't say that anymore. i hate deaths. i hate parting...
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