Their rituals and cremations were heartbreaking.
I couldn't help myself. I'm sorry.

Went to their wakes for the last time.
Went to see them for the last time.
Walked round their coffins for the last time.
Being so close to them for the last time.
Remembering their looks for the last time.

Crying for them - not the last time.


Broke down during both of their cremations. I didn't know what to do, but cry. I felt so helpless, so lost. I couldn't believe I've lost them. Both of them, at the same time. This is too much.
Too, too much.

Though all is over, but this awful feeling would stay with us for life.
I kept screaming for them deep inside, hoping they'd hear me.
Did you, or you? Please..

The fire burnt like it didn't hurt.
Did it?
Come back and tell me, it did, didn't it?
I wish I can be there to save both of you, whatever.
But all I could do is cry. On and on and on..



Come back and let me hug you two just one last time.
I promise it will be the last.
I won't ask for more.

I just miss those times.

#lovefio
Not good.