I wonder which would be better? To be the one leaving everything behind or to be the one left behind?
I can't vouch for the former, as I am still here from where I was 28 years ago. But as for the latter, there have been far too many of those.
I didn't take the first departure very well. I couldn't accept that someone close have been "ripped" from my life. That we would no longer do the things we used to do. And we couldn't see each other as often as we wanted to. But more importantly, it's the feeling of losing a companion that is hard to bear. And sooner or later, it's the fear of losing the memory of them entirely.
And then came the second departure and then the third and the fourth and so on. You must be thinking that by now, I should have known how to handle them. In fact, I don't. I don't know how to let people go. I don't know how to let people dear to me go.
David left for Vietnam. Kenny to Singapore. Oliver to Singapore too. Then Sue to London. Li Wei married off to Penang. My sister to Singapore as well. With Chris and Lydia to follow suit this month.
I know there's the phone and the email and skype and facebook and what not. But it still beats seeing them in person and having them close by. Yea, call me traditional but that's me.
Of course I do know too that it's the way of life. People come, people go. But like what they always say, letting go is usually one of the hardest thing. And I suck at that. I suck at letting go. I don't wipe away what has happened. I don't erase my memory card.
Hopefully, this would be the final piece of me being left behind. I believe I have posted more about this previously. I either learn to let go and move on or I'll start planning to leave too.....
I can't vouch for the former, as I am still here from where I was 28 years ago. But as for the latter, there have been far too many of those.
I didn't take the first departure very well. I couldn't accept that someone close have been "ripped" from my life. That we would no longer do the things we used to do. And we couldn't see each other as often as we wanted to. But more importantly, it's the feeling of losing a companion that is hard to bear. And sooner or later, it's the fear of losing the memory of them entirely.
And then came the second departure and then the third and the fourth and so on. You must be thinking that by now, I should have known how to handle them. In fact, I don't. I don't know how to let people go. I don't know how to let people dear to me go.
David left for Vietnam. Kenny to Singapore. Oliver to Singapore too. Then Sue to London. Li Wei married off to Penang. My sister to Singapore as well. With Chris and Lydia to follow suit this month.
I know there's the phone and the email and skype and facebook and what not. But it still beats seeing them in person and having them close by. Yea, call me traditional but that's me.
Of course I do know too that it's the way of life. People come, people go. But like what they always say, letting go is usually one of the hardest thing. And I suck at that. I suck at letting go. I don't wipe away what has happened. I don't erase my memory card.
Hopefully, this would be the final piece of me being left behind. I believe I have posted more about this previously. I either learn to let go and move on or I'll start planning to leave too.....
