Saturday, September 23, 2006

Chilly sunshine

In the streets of Cambridge
It is warm with sunshine
But without you
It feels like chilly winter

September 21, 2006
If I had known

If I had known
That you would leave that morning forever
I would have asked you
To spend whole day before together
We would have walked all over the streets of Cambridge
That you loved so much
We would have come to say good-bye
To the Charles River
It was there and will always be there
As a witness of our happy days
You could have fed the ducks
And said good-bye to the trees
For the last time
We would have come the nursery store
To get your favorite plant
As a last living souvenir
We would have walked the streets of Chinatown
Shared a bun for lunch
And your favorite avocado drink
We would have stopped at a bookstore
Or maybe at a yard sale…
We would have sat on our porch
Watching the wind blow above the bamboo bush
The fish swimming in the pond below
The birds taking a bath, singing their beloved songs
We would have watch the nightfall
The moon and the stars
As they will be our messengers
We would have stayed up for the rest of the night
Holding hands together
I would have told you
How great a companion and a friend you had been …
And you would be missed forever!

September 20, 2006
It's strange
It’s strange to eat dinner without you. Dinner was the best time of the day. We enjoyed the meal and shared the day events. Then we had tea and you always asked “what for desert” with it…Now that you are not here, the food doesn’t taste the same without your voice, your laughing…The chair you liked to sit, the cup you used to drink with, little things that you decorated on the window sills… they are all still here…You have left so many things and every single thing is still full with your touch and unforgettable memory. But you have gone forever!
And that doesn’t seem to be real… You know how much I wish you could come back…
We also liked to watch the John Steward show after dinner while having tea or desert. We used to laugh our heads off when there was good political humor… And you probably call to share that with your father later on. I also miss watching “mystery” on BBC with you… You were pretty good at following details that I usually missed. Now how I can laugh alone? How can I really enjoy watching “mystery” by myself?
Now there is only one cup for tea and there are plenty of food left…Gone with you are your happy voices and laughing. How much I miss the little things you brought home that made life so fun and enjoyable.
The house and the garden are left empty. The same is my life.
September 19, 2006