therapeutic chain of events

Except that it isn't. I'm usually pretty emotional and all that.. but somehow all I can feel and think about is how her children will cope with this tragedy. And questions of death are circling my mind.. death is this close to everyone just that we neglect or rather, refuse to acknowledge his presence. Wait.. why is death a 'he'? Oh well, can you imagine all the pain her children are experiencing? It's so...sad and uncalled for. Sigh so many things ongoing and overlapping simultaneously I feel like my brain is gonna blow.

God Bless your soul, Mrs Yeap. The lessons you taught us we will never forget. Your legacy will burn brightly.

And I say this once again, gone too soon.

Winter casts its cloak on light

Smother the flames, of hope, of life

Ashes slur the last embrace

Scatter apologies on her grave

Wounded soldiers we sigh like the moon,

Darling, you have gone too soon.

I don't know if that made sense but Mrs Yeap, that's for you.

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