So the whole of 4E3 went to see Alvin today.
He couldn’t see nor talk anymore, and he was having difficulties breathing. His cancer has spread to the kidneys and liver. He didn’t have long to live and we came to see him for the last time
Gone was the little guy who taught me how the hell to beat Lao Shan Long.
Gone was the guy we used to do the “ritual” with.
Gone was the guy that I spent my nights in Bintan with, getting into shenanigans with and getting caught after along with Jeremy and Hafiz.
There lay a shell, an empty case that housed whatever was left of a person,
A man who fought tooth and nail against the odds and lost.
Most importantly, there lay a little part of me that never really left a part of him. The same part that everyone I would call a friend has ownership of.
I was going to talk about my trip up to the Highlands, but sitting here in front of my computer, I can’t possibly think of anything else.
As the march of time treads mercilessly onwards, it is inevitable that some will get left behind. It is just unfortunate that Alvin didn’t get to see more of this world before he went off.
As sad as I am, I cannot afford to cry or be upset, as that would not be what he would want of me.
I just need to remember that a part of him never left my side as well, and that the memory of him would live on forever.
Alvin, you little bastard.
May you see the light at the end of night,
May you hear the sounds that comfort the weary soul,
May you feel the love of those around,
May your thoughts be those of peace.
Good night, sweet prince.
We’ve got it from here,
Just remember to save me a seat until I get there.