Being a product is strange. It's being a mannequin, or a coat-hanger but having ears and a heart.
Wednesday, November 21, 2012
Han I've been thinking about you a lot today. In fact most times I see the colour purple (which is especially frequent in China), I think of the little purple bow and the part of you I carry with me.
I have tried smiling in the fact that you were a part of our family and our lives; trying to be thankful for this. But every time I think of you my chin quivers, vision gets blurry and a lump creeps into my throat. Watching the characters appear becomes more indistinguishable and writing it down makes it feel like yesterday.
Seeing what a treasured creature you were in so many peoples' hearts that day was the most devastated I have ever felt. Such a kind soul and such a lovely family did not deserve this loss, no matter circumstance.