come, walk with me.

for an hour today, i mourned alongside mrs low when we went down to st joseph's church to send our condolences. her husband laid peacefully in the coffin, the vital sap of life which will never flow again. we huddled around the coffin, muttering our silent prayers. despite the company of her present IJ students, her son's SJI peers, i feel mrs low crying inside, she's shattered and lonely, yet she maintained her composed self and getting herself updated on our lives sans IJ. we left, we exchanged hugs, her resigned smile, we must move on; yet i can still feel her shaking inside when i hugged her "mrs low please take care of yourself". there's so much we can do, because death has stolen her company and let the soil be wet with our tears. 9:26 PM