i dedicate this song to you and your island.
i found out yesterday that a friend of dad's had passed away. five years ago. and dad had not known until now.
reading the outdated orbituary, i could not help but feel sad though this 'uncle' now lives in a distant memory of my childhood.
i'd like to think that the fabric of my childhood is made up of Tengku Alang and his virgin island. the sea breeze that ruffled my hair, the salt on my wind-chapped lips, the unadultered sand that felt like flour in my small hands. my first crush, my first boat ride. the best hand squeezed lemonade i've ever tasted!
and now he has passed on and we had to find out five years later.
you can take away two lessons from this story. the first is the cliched one where life is fragile, so we must live life like there's no tomorrow.
the other is this: some people may have already been dead by the time you find out.
and nothing you do will ever bring them back.
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