Wednesday, April 02, 2014
My friend sent me this picture. Sakura! They are blooming already in Japan.
There's this weight on my chest, there's this scream that I cannot expel. There's this lump in my throat, threatening to form into a sob. There's this grief that will stay, permanently. Grief might lessen but it's still there.
Last year, my best friend took some pictures of sakura, telling me that year's sakura was the most beautiful. "Because it's my last time seeing sakura," she told me. Her grim words came true, she passed away in July last year.
God bless your soul, 親友.