Here comes another agony… here comes another form of good bye.
Since I opened my eyes early this morning, I have been crying silently. I did not even want to take a look at the urn that Uncle Terry picked himself for Hiro… all I have been holding was the wedding ring from my husband’s hand the whole time we were in the church for the mass that was meant for Hiro. The whole time we were on our way to the crematorium, the number of tears from my eyes doubled… tripled. I do not know if they would be a day that I will not shed a tear for my loving husband. It is just too much. I could see his innocent face whenever I close my eyes.
After hours of waiting, my husband came out already in ash. A dove, the white balloons freely flew to the wonderful sky of July… making me imagine Hiro
