While I am still grieving over my brother’s death, I had a dream on the other day. The dream was different this time because my brother came to see me. Perhaps he made a brief appearance into my dream because in my consciousness, I’m not ready of letting him go yet, not physically at least. He was wearing some of the most beautiful tuxedo I’ve ever seen. There was something different on his face and his body. It seems like he’s able to read my mind so he immediately told me this: -
Kor, look! God gave me a new body. A new muscular body, just how it was when I was 16.
Oh great, I knew you were very sad when your body began to wither when you were still alive.
Yeah, I was sad. But I realize everything happens for a reason. If I didn’t face such trials, I wouldn’t be where I am today.
But you are only 22. There are still many things left you didn’t manage to accomplish.
To be honest, I am quite glad that I already finish my race. I am going to miss every one down there but I know we will be reunited one day.
I know, every one have been telling me you are in a better place. I am quite happy that you don’t have to suffer from the disease and the stupid morphine shots anymore.
That’s true. The morphine was making me losing my memory. I cannot even remember people who visited me after I took the shot. The shot was supposed to decrease my pain. Although it did help to reduce my pain physically, it’s pointless when I was beginning to lose my ability to remember people, especialy the faces I care the most.
Jonathan, I am very sorry that I couldn’t see you off because you died. Kor was really regretful I didn’t make the decision to stay on the other day.
Don’t worry about it, Kor. Actually it’s better that you didn’t see me die. I look so horrible and I didn’t want you to remember my dead face. I would prefer if you chose to remember my handsome face instead. And besides, you can’t predict when I’m leaving; so don’t blame yourself, ok? At least I didn’t die on your birthday. I wouldn’t want your day to become my death anniversary.
Thanks, Jonathan. Although the dates won’t make any difference to me because your dismiss was too sudden and I’m trying my best to readjust. I’m not that sad anymore but I still miss you, sometimes I even forgot you are already dead.
Kor, don’t worry. We will meet again some day. I’ll be waiting for you. Meanwhile, please move on with your life and live it to the fullest. That would be my final request; I can’t come into your dream often.
No! Jonathan! Don’t go! I still have lots of stuff to tell you!
The conversation ends here as he began to make his move as he disappears into the thin air. I woke up after that. Don’t ask me how I remember every detail of the conversation because somehow I did.
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