The Fourth Week

Today is the fourth week already...

It was 7.43pm when he blew his last breath

I wish i was there when he left us, but luckily he barked for the last time for me and Joanne

When i was younger, after a funeral service, i always wondered ; how long will they take to move on, what will they do next, how can they be normal back, wont they feel that person is missing won't they feel empty?

And now, the disaster hit me

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and i cant move on, i can't accept the fact that he's no longer at home waiting for me to go home.

and all those things i did with him or i did to him i can no longer do it anymore.

and there will be nothing for me to remind myself of him anymore

yesterday they started shifts most of things there already

and i guess, we will be officially moving next week.

the last time i'm in the house will be the last time already.

it will not be the same anymore.

This time when i go back, i guess i'll be heading straight to GC already

p/s:

I think Bobby is always here with me.

I know its weird but most of the time when i'm thinking of him, there will be a butterfly flying or resting on the wall...

Today in class, when i was thinking about Bobby, suddenly a big butterfly flew in the class.

A butterfly in DKG 5???

Weird right?

Few days ago, when i was in the room, looking at Bobby's picture

When i stepped out the room then i saw a butterfly again...

The day we buried him, we saw a yellow butterfly.

Im not making this up, but maybe its Bobby

You know, Chinese tradition, when you lost someone you loved, his/her spirit will transform into a butterfly and come and visit you.

I miss him so badly