Who are braver? The ones who can face death or the ones who can face life? Who are more of chicken-shit? the ones who want to escape death or the ones who want to escape life?
Yesterday, I received a text from Pril (my bff) telling me her grandmother died. She's been battling with cancer for many months and her condition even seemed to improve since the past few days. It was sad, yes but she said they already know it was going to happen soon. At least April's father was able to come home before she finally left this world.
Today I learned that Ice's brother died. He was 24 and he just got married last April. It was a motor accident and Brian (Ice's brother) died after a couple of hours of struggle in the hospital. Ice is in Korea and will not be coming home. This is really sad, knowing that they are really close. I can't imagine Ice's pain and how I wish I could lift some of that.
I couldn't believe it when I first heard about it. A loss is loss no matter what but somehow when it happens to you when you don't expect it at all, you have to have more courage to even get through the denial stage.
Be strong, Ice. I will be praying for your family. We really can't say when we'll lose the things we dear the most. :(
