.: Final rites :.

Passing through.

When a dear one leaves this world...
One would usually say...
Now...
There is a void deep within our souls... 

Yet...
How can there be a void when the memories are still very much intact?
And the fact that...
The very person...
Lives on in each of our lives? 

I suppose... 
Death... is hardly the end of a single life... 

Death... in its truest essence...
Marks the beginning of the lives it has touched... 

To remember the person with a clean white slate... 
An emphasis on the good, the smiles and the laughter... 

At the end of it...
Death...
Helps to make us better people...  

Till we meet again...
In our final resting place...

In loving memory of my brother.

6.49pm, Malaysian Time