Saddened music streams out of the speakers from early 60′s, I recall it being a song you liked.
Everyone is dressed in dark colours, and black is beyond winning this competition of colours.
I see your wife, she’s wearing a scarf, the one you gave her on your 5th anniversary.
Her long hair has got tangled up in it, it looks trashy, but yet proper.
It’s a cloudy day in March, the spring is about to burst out but your sudden disappearance is holding it back.
I step up in front of the casket and as I reach for the paper in my pocket the sun is breaking through the clouds, shining directly at me, as if I were the centre of attention. As if our friend were the sun and he showed us some love back.
I feel that the tears are gathering an army and they are prepared to break out of my lids. I clean my throat and takes the mouth to a test, reading the paper.
“1kilogram might not have been the most lively of them all blogs out there in the open. But, he was ours. Why did we not treat him with the updates he required to stay by our side. Why did we let him roam away, without even noticing it in the first few weeks. I think I’m talking for everyone when I say that we’re sorry.
We all miss to stroke our keyboard to put in words into our friend. Some more than others.
Please, if you’re still out there; Come back! We need you!”
