I’ve always wondered back when I was a child, what’s life afterlife?
Is there really heaven where souls can actually exist again? I was so amazed by its concept, like will I be able to recognize the people I knew while I was living? Will I be able to recognize their souls?
No one can actually answer that question.
But one thing is for sure, if there is really life after this, I would look for my brother, Gary.
I was staring at the urn while sitting tightly at the back, remembering Gary’s parents broke out in tears on the very first day of their child’s funeral, who wouldn’t be? At least now they are sitting quietly upfront, sobbing for the memories of their beloved child, while I was here, filled with guilt and regrets.
Guilt because I should’ve been there, I should have… sh*t. How co
