I wonder what it's like to be dead and to be in heaven.
Do you still see and feel for the family you left behind
or do you frolic through paradise all day long
You fumble through memories, when was the last time I saw them
what was our interaction
cause you never ever expected it to be the last
and before it all slips through your hands like sand
you go into deeper memories
when we were in Hong Kong for the first time
when we were in Indonesia for the first time
when we were kids
You were the first Grace I know
The perspective of learning about somebody's passing
suddenly everything is so irrelevant
pointless
and empty
Most of the time being alive, we're busying ourselves with work
work for money
use money to buy minimal and temporary happiness
and death comes rolling around the corner
mostly unexpected
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I guess it's the memories you leave behind
and the lives you've touched
It is definitely always harder for the living than the dead.
