I think it’s a lie each time people say they can die now and they’d be okay with it. I think a person will always wonder what happened next when he/she died. How people reacted. How they looked. How they were buried. What were given away and left behind. Everything remains a wonder to a person even if he/she has already passed away.
The most difficult death I have ever had to live through was my grandfather’s. To date, I cannot talk about it without tearing up. It was just so devastating that I cannot imagine losing anyone else. And I can’t talk about it anymore because I am at work.
So yeah. If I die tonight, I want everyone to listen to Coldplay and wear something gray. I think out of all the colors, I’ve come to love gray the most. It looks so somber. Green is a close second. I am just assuming that the grass would be so lush when I am buried, so I won’t really miss it.
But really how many will cry? How many will not visit? How many will choose to give flowers? Who will choose to spend the night? It’s a question of sorts and I will be surprised if you have not asked these questions yourself.
It’s a pensive Monday morning, folks. I think it’s because the sun is frying my brain each time I walk out and I am beginning to think I can seriously die just waiting for the stoplight to change. Makati needs more trees.