On July the 1st, i received news that one of my troopers has left us, gone to another plane in this universe, i sincerely hope it's a much better place with less pain and anguish.
I've been to funerals before, but often it's those of whom i'm not close with, relatives, friends' relatives or i've probably attended these funerals at an age when i've yet to fully understand the fragility of life and how much it means to lose someone.
The full impact of his demise didn't strike me untill i was right in front of the altar, before then, imagery of his behaviour and the interactions we had had already played out in my mind, but nothing prepared me for the sight of a friend's photo, a trooper whom i've regarded as my younger brother on a funeral altar.
There were those whom asked if i have taken a last look at him. Even as i try to explain that i couldn't, my facial expression contorted from being deadpan to the extent where my lips could no longer help but shake as i said i couldn't bear looking at him lying in the casket when i already couldn't control my emotions just by looking at his photo.
There are those whom were concerned with the details of his departure, i couldn't be occupied with them, to me these were information i don't need to know, i know i've already lost one of my best troopers, isn't that enough for the time being?
Herng Jye, in reality, i still can't accept the fact that you're gone.
*I am struggling to continue this post, although i wish to come up with an eulogy of sorts, the flood of memories and experiences i shared with him cannot be contained within words and i'm not able to articulate myself well after the late nights.*