I walk around these quiet halls, and I remember. It used to be filled up with your laughter, brimming over with your jokes, your happiness, sometimes your anger, your tears.
These quiet corridors, where your feet used to be. All the things that you used to do for us, all the times we had. There were squabbles, there was hurt, there was sometimes loneliness.
But deep down, we know.
I walk into your room. And a little twinge - commingled with feelings of pain, longing, nostalgia - shot through me. What a funny thing it is, that your life no longer inundate this room - that it lays bare and silent, in direct contrast with your laughter and your spirit.
It hurts a little, it stings a little. Regrets I feel. Sadness I feel. And it's strange how emptiness could be such a tangible feeling.
But I'm thankful for you, I'm thankful that you've walked into our lives, thankful for your big heart and big smile. And we're all praying for you, supporting you, wishing you the very best. We will visit you one day.
And despite the sadness, I take joy in the knowledge that we will meet each other for an eternal celebration in His presence.
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For my dear Sok, whom we all miss.
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