Life goes on and life is short, it's not a bed of roses or sunflower.
I lost both of my grandparents within 6 months, and I broken down.
Was trying to express to my colleague of what happen and who's funeral did I attend, but couldn't manage to finish my sentence before I broken down.
I tried my best to hold back, but I really couldn't.
I cry and talk and cry and talk, it's quite embarrass, but I can't help it.
I cried for hours, then my colleague tried his best to calm me down and comfort me.
He taught me a lot and I know I can rely on him once in a blue moon, as a good friend.
A really good guy friend that won't take advantage over you when you are weak.
A good brother in Christ.
I think my prayers got answer.
