Thursday, March 25, 2004
I can't practise what I'd preached to his grieving friends. Life will never be able to return to normalcy. I can't help reflecting on the events just hours before it happened, or in the days last week... Barnesy is gone for real. I didn't realize the impact he had made on my daily life until he is here no more. He always jokingly called my mom godma, so I guess that made him my godbrother somewhat. The more I think back on the past, the more I see his goodness in the little things he had always done for me. This raw wound just cannot be healed.
