Just had a long chat with mum, over life. She asked, if you had to choose between God and daddy and me, whom will you choose?

I pondered on it for moments and i said, God.

So did my sister, she told me and that she's proud of us. In times like this, its time to reflect and start thinking what are you really doing in life?

Life is fragile and we all have got to face it. They went for the funeral, i didn't. I think i would not be able to take it because i have always been unable to face such scenarios, it just makes me feel so frightened. I don't have the guts to face it, but i know everyone have got to face it one day. I feel affected though i don't know this uncle from church personally but it just feels. Because i am unsure if i can be strong enough to overcome it, but one thing for sure, God has his plans and is always in control of everything, trust in Him and never ever give up on Him.

The moral of the entire story, start treasuring each and everyone around you because you may never know what will happen in the next second.