I've never really suffered a loss in my life. Well, my granny passed away when I was really little so the guess i never understood the depth of it, and dealing with loss wasn't as complicated as now is.
July 8th, i lost my uncle at the age of 23... 23! The unfairness of it all hurts so bad. He was young, full of life and making his way with his electrical engineering studies, and just like that, gone. Honestly, it still hasn't sunk in that he is gone. Probably because I wasn't home to mourn his loss so it seems surreal to me. I constantly have to remind myself not to ask how he is doing, or stop myself from sending him a message asking if he has heard a new song. I feel like when I get back home, I'll always be waiting for him to come back, like he's only just gone out for basketball training or something. And then one day, I will break down. I don't know if this is normal or not, and, I'm rambling.
So yes, life is a gift. When I wake up each morning and take that first 'awake' breath, I thank God for granting me the gift to live for anoher day. I've had to rethink my views on life and what I value most..sounds cliche, but yeah, I've had to do a double take. Life just seems so much more precious than it did before and I wanna make mine count, so that when the day that I'm not granted this gift comes, I know I'd have done what I set out to do everyday, which is live like its my last.
RIP Adrian
