.almost by a little.

I received a call a couple of days back. It was a day before Wesak day and I was very convinced it would be the day everything ends/begins. My dad passed away on Wesak. It was almost the same, I received a call and took a bus back and managed to see my dad for a last time. It was heartbreaking to see him so thin and almost bruised. Hands and all plagued with tubes.

In a way, I wanted it all to end. All the waiting, all the insecurities, all the anxiety. I just want it all to happen on that day. I was scared and hopeful at the same time. Scared of the pain, of the unsaid words, of the loss that could've happened.At the same time I want a new beginning, a new start, a fresh life. I want to be able to travel again, to meet new people to experience new culture.

Nvm, I'm going to go get my 1/6 Bane and continue my Batman Hot Toys collection.