Dying. Die. Dead.

woke up 6am on a mon morn. on mc for 2 days so i ought to sleep till late morning ritez? but i twist and turn and i cant sleep. have been thinking alot on my problems and wat happened during the past few days.

a family's fren jez faced a tragic loss of a father and a husband. and my dad lost a his bestfriend. he was even like a father to me. i respect him alot for the person he is; humble, knowledgeable and intelligent. he was a malay teacher but yet he is very knowledgeable about all the aspect of Islam, even other religions like Christianity and Buddhism coz he reads alot. yesterday we went to visit the family and it was a sad occasion. my eyes filled with tears when i realize that Tuty has no father to talk to, to manja2 to, to pray for her, to kiss her forehead, to see her future success,etc. and here i am having a father and yet i am rebellious towards him. doing everything he said not to do. i guess sometimes it takes a tragic incident to make someone realize the importance of a loved one. never take someone for granted.

The worst thing than not getting to say goodbye
Is seeing them that very moment before they go
You wish you would have said everything you felt
So now in their heart, they would know.

The worst thing than not getting to say goodbye
Is hearing their voice the moment before they leave
Telling you that they love you and they care
So live your life, there`s no time to grieve.

The worst thing than not getting to say goodbye
Is seeing the tears roll down their cheek
But they are tears of joy and love
And in that very moment, you cannot speak.

The worst thing than not getting to say goodbye
Is hearing them whisper words to you in your ear
Until the silent whispers finally die out
And their voice you can no longer hear.

The worst thing than not getting to say goodbye
Is saying goodbye to someone you really love
Just the moment before you both know
God is calling them to Heaven above.