On Death

Just got a phone call from my mom, my aunt just passed away a few minutes ago. I think it’s been almost 5 years since I met her just after my father passed away.

I’ve been living far away from the family for the past few years. I could say that I don’t really like being close with family even though some of them are the best people I know.

However, when I heard one of my family members passed away, there’s a little disappointment and regrets for not spending more time with them, learn how they lived their life. When a person passed away, all of the things he or she felt will disappear along with their ideas. Therefore, I missed my chance to learn whatever I can learn from them…

But yet, I’m still building an invisible wall that separates my life from my family.

I’m too afraid to find out why.