i have to remember that.
even though i knew that his time would come (i mean, come on, aneurysm is not something you can easily survive from), deep inside me i was still thinking that he wasn’t going to die. that by some miracle, he was going to survive and live and see me through my wedding day. but no. he was not some superman. he wasn’t the man of steel. the pain and all the complications got the better of him and his body. i guess he was thinking that it was about time that he should rest.
it’s better that way, though. at least he doesn’t feel any pain anymore.