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What if… I died?

Posted on: February 13, 2008

What if, someone you loved suddenly went away?
What if, you never got to say those three words?

I Love You.

What if, I died tonight?
Would there be loved ones there for me?
My family, maybe some of my close friends. But who are my true friends?

Yesterday, Andy – my brother – asked me to read an essay he wrote for his exam. It was inspirational. It got me thinking. It touched my heart, and it melted like chocolates in the scorching sun. I hope you don’t mind. This is how it goes…

In life there are two roads, the high way and the low road, the road which nobody would ever want to travel. But sometimes, the low road is not an option; everybody has to take that dark road one day. And this little tale is about my journey.            I woke up in a brightly lit room. But it felt as if the lights were covered by a curtain of darkness. It was a fine December morn in the year 1998. I walked down the stairs and halfway through I noticed a green tree, I stared at it for quite awhile. The green tree was lit up with colorful lights and dressed in beautiful decorations. Boxes – big and small covered its base. But I did not feel the same excitement everyone felt.            I walked out of my humble home only to see a small garden filled with many flowers and beautiful butterflies dancing, but it did not feel the same as it was the year before that.            Scrambling for my keys to rush out of my little comfort zone, I made my way to the local shopping mall which was just a mile away. Entering the building I felt the difference in the temperature as well as the surroundings. I saw many happy faces looking at me passing flyers and singing carols. But I still could not feel the joy that they all had in common.            Rushing out, I found myself in my car to make my way to the place where no one would go at that time of year. I turned on the radio, trying to find some sort of consolation, but the gregarious and funny people could not do much to move my heavy inconsolable heart one bit.            Finally, I reached the deserted field. I walked on the grainy path to meet with her. As I walked, I looked at the birds chirping away and the grass so green. But it did not give me any joy.

            Walking along, I finally reached the destination. She was already there waiting for me. All I could say was, “I’m sorry for I am late, Happy Birthday and Merry Christmas.” Her picture on the polished rock just stood there and smiled back at me, I instantly felt the warmth that I longed for, from her. Laying my hands on her beautiful face, I started thinking about all the times we had. And emotions flowed like a river gently into my heart. I then excused myself with a smile and a tear. As I walked back, I looked towards the sky, stretched out my hands and closed my eyes to feel the bright sun shining all over my face to dry the tears that were still flowing. And then it happened. A drop of water fell on my palm. Instantly, I knew that even the skies seem to be in sympathy with me.

-Andy Yong Weng Zhin-

This essay really reminded me. That i need to appreciate people in my life. If i died tonight, will people remember me? If i died tonight, would i have time to say, “I love you” to those who were really there for me?
         One thing’s for sure, if i died to night, please, don’t forget to remember me.

Copyright : No copying for anyone! If found out, will be severely punished!
                                                                    Instituted by : Andy & Angie Yong.

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10 Responses to "What if… I died?"

Hey gurl..! No matter what happen I’d still LOVE you! 😀

wow..I’m impressed by Andy’s writing..

Hey, may i noe who is Cahsiewbao?

And jo, thanks girl! I knew you would… ^^

Wow..I’m impressed by Andy’s writing..

Yeah, it REALLY is a pleasant surprise! Can’t imagine Andy writing like that – that really my son?


Jee Yann is chasiewbao?!

I am not chasiewbao! What the!

Wow nice essay. Really nice wish i could write like that haha. Aunty Veron that’s really your son haha 😛

omg!! the writting is really great..

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