The worse of Alvin's passing is over. It's been 2 weeks now. The first week was practically hell. I didn't know how I managed to pull through, but somehow, I did.
Till now, I still have friends asking me 'how are you', 'hope you're doing well', 'you're a strong person, you will get over this'. But sometimes, I don't want to be strong. I want to be weak, so I can have a reason to grieve and cry as much as I want to. But I know Alvin won't want that. He wants me to be strong, to be happy and to move on. Though I can't see him, hear him nor touch him, I can feel him. I know he is somewhere near, protecting me and watching over me, always.
Most importantly, I know he loves me, as much as I love him. This love and our happy memories is enough for me to be strong and carry on.
"I woke up this morning and a sudden feeling swept over me. Subtle, but I recognise it instantly. It's the feeling of missing. I miss you, Baby. Though I have been numbing myself with work and a lot of activities, I still misses you badly. It has been raining a lot lately. The grey and gloomy skies seem to know how much I am missing you, and is crying with me. Those were the times when my heart start aching and my tears start flowing. I misses you so much..."