Time.

This calendar sits on my office tabletop,

where it has become a morning routine for me to tick off the previous day that had passed.

I still remember telling bb on 1st July 10 that my calendar looked so bare,

as it bore no marking yet then.

As a clean sheet, it bothers me endlessly about how time is passing so slowly.

Look at it now, we're almost going to be done with July.

And before I know it, bb will be back (:

It's fast, I realized.

Time is the harbinger of joy..

and sorrow as well I guess..

It seeps life out of people.

It's a constant countdown to the end of life episodes..

May my granduncle, who has left us at the age of only 59..

finally find peace after his long, heart-wrenching battle with the incurable illness..

He who has gone,

so we but cherish his memory, abides with us,

more potent, nay, more present than the living man.