I believe everybody is at least scared of something.
What is mine?
Dying alone. (I have mentioned this a few times in my past blog entries.)
Most likely, dying alone happens when my parents, relatives, friends, and loved ones are completely gone. (So far, I already have lost my sister. I just written a previous blog post, "Losing A Loved One.")
What is my imagination of dying alone?
14 years ago, my sister passed away on a Saturday night.
My family from San Diego visited us on that weekend. I will not be too specific on how my sister died. (It is very hurtful.) Again, she died tragically (and unexpectedly). I did not witness her death at all. It always makes me wonder what if I was with her.
Where were you at the time?
To all the mothers out there. In my heart, Mother's Day is every day to me.
Last Sunday, I did not get to see my mom until 8pm.
Because I worked all day.
What did you tell your mom?
Obviously, I greeted her with a hug. Then, I nervously told her, "I love you, Mom.
Why were you nervous?
I am not used to saying, "I love you," to my parents. I show my love to them only through action.
"The past dies, the present lives, and the future awaits."
-My High School Self graduated in 2005
(Sorry, I was not able to find my high school yearbook. No high school senior picture nor my quote, then. I will update this entry whenever I do find my yearbook.)
This quote fully described who I was as a person at that time. I will dissect this quote piece by piece.
Blogger, College grad, Hiker, & Traveler.