Monday, July 18, 2005
The recent sky has been shrouded in ethereal gloom, the ominous cloud towers a composite of gray quilts, silently but surely, pressing upon this gray earth. The colour of the sky inequivocally drips and stains the ground around us, until everything is left as pale monochrome shades of a once colourfully vibrant self. Neither are we spared.
The sledgehammer swung into the household earlier today, a jarring harbinger of unwanted news. One of our closest family friends in Britain has been diagnosed with nasal cancer, at so young an age.
He has held me as a toddler, seen me as a gangly tot, talked to me as a hormonally imbalanced teen, and finally supported me in his gentle ways to where I am today. And now I have to bear painful witness to this new development.
Eight hours after the initial revelation, I remain in disbelief.
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