Death, which swallows you up with darkness, and puts you into a long sleep in a slumber and you are then forever sealed within the coffin.

When you die, it means you are left alone, no matter how you chase after the living ones, your friends, your family, you will never reach them, because you're now different, from everyone you ever knew. Because they are living, and you're dead.

I've lost many of my relatives, because of this devil.

I wonder why does it strike us, does it mean that it's time for them to go? God, can give us life, and take away it easily. Life's just so cruel, no matter how you complain, how you plead, when it's your time to go, you should.

I've heard of people - who arised from their coffins, and lived a year or two, then went back to God's side. It's unbelivable, and it has always give me hopes that, maybe a miracle would happen to my relatives.

My cousin, who died 3 years ago, I remembered how hard i cried, how hard i tried to tell her wake up. I was looking at her, she's so beautiful, as if sleeping, only sleeping. If you don't know she's dead, you'll really think she's only taking a nap. But no, to us, who had relations with the deceased, knew that there's nothing we can do to bring her back. The cries of my uncle and aunty were tearing my heart apart. My cousins, who's her sibling, had no more tears to shed any more. I looked at my brothers, who didn't shead a tear at all, but when i went over, i realized it's that, it's not that they're not sad. It's just they didn't know how to react. Men don't cry, they said. Get the f*ck off stupid phrase!

And i've lost one of my relative a few days ago, i just remembered.

And so much is filling me up until just now, when i started to sit down, and type. Even myself, nearly to tears, remembered all he had done for me.

I went to his house for one whole day, that man, was a very wonderful person, i might call him my uncle. He was so friendly, so cheerful and all, but then, when God needs him, he fell sick and left us just like that.

His children, had prepared that day to come, but I never thought of he would really leave. Because he had been so healthy, so tall, and... God, i'm speechless. I couldn't just believe he's gone. You know?

Few days ago, he was sitll alive, in the hospital, breathing on ventilator support. I heard he was getting better, and the next day i was told he was dead. I wasn't much really shocked that time, but now, when i think back of that man, who had been so kind - was gone, my heart just sunk.

I've lost many things, and until i lose them, i didn't realized they were important. Even though they might be only a passer-by in my life, i'll remember what they've done for me forever. As in the first was my uncle, who had played with me during my chilodhood, and the second one my cousin, whom i grew up with, and my pet, which was stolen - and considered dead since so many years. And then, the aunty who had worked for my mom to clean up the house for 7 years, and the only adult whom i've talked to of my feelings, and later my pet(again) was gone. And now, this uncle. To sum them up, i've lost so much. And i regretted, for not cherishing them when they're still beside me.

Really, when you lose something you treasured so much, you will know that your tear gland is so active than you've ever expected it to be. Learn to cherish them, before you lose them. So you will not feel sorry or regret for anything.

Even though some of my friends, i've repeated this to them for countless time, but i really still want to say this.

Cherish them, and love them.