Referring to my title, actually sometimes I believe in that. Sometimes. Because when someone is facing a death of his/her family or friend, the other people will tell him/her so. AND people will also tell the same thing to someone who's getting birth of their child, "welcome to the world, baby. you've been starting your life now". *deeplysigh*
SO, can I conclude that death and birth are totally the same thing of beginning a new life? Geez..
I'm not one of philosophers who accurately know about those such things.
Why do I suddenly come up writing this thing after a long time not showing my writings up here, on my blog?
2 weeks ago, December 14, at 12.10 pm, my lovely father left me and my family forever. Nobody felt anything wrong in the morning. Couple of hours before God took him, he still did his daily activity as usual, without felling or telling something bad. It all happened suddenly. Till my mom asked me to go back to house. I already knew something bad might happen in home. And my bad feeling answered me correctly.
It's already 2 weeks of our loss. I'm still used to thinking if it's real. Sometimes I hope he's coming when I heard somebody open the door of my house. But he isn't.
I haven't been a good girl for you, Papa.
SO, can I conclude that death and birth are totally the same thing of beginning a new life? Geez..
I'm not one of philosophers who accurately know about those such things.
Why do I suddenly come up writing this thing after a long time not showing my writings up here, on my blog?
2 weeks ago, December 14, at 12.10 pm, my lovely father left me and my family forever. Nobody felt anything wrong in the morning. Couple of hours before God took him, he still did his daily activity as usual, without felling or telling something bad. It all happened suddenly. Till my mom asked me to go back to house. I already knew something bad might happen in home. And my bad feeling answered me correctly.
It's already 2 weeks of our loss. I'm still used to thinking if it's real. Sometimes I hope he's coming when I heard somebody open the door of my house. But he isn't.
I haven't been a good girl for you, Papa.
