Death.

It's a scary thing, it swoops you off your feet unknowingly, it makes you cry a bucket of tears, it unnerves you badly. It's something difficult to come to terms with.

Dear Uncle,
I lived in the house below yours before, and though I've never really talked to you, I would sometimes see you in the carpark coming out of your car, and my parents would smile at you as you returned it back, if I remember correctly. I hope it wasn't you, but if it really is, then I hope you go to Heaven and that your family members will pick up the pieces as time goes by, and go on living life the way you wanted them to. I pray that the hurt that they are enduring now would soon fade away and be part of their memories, and they would always remember you being the loving dad and husband.

I don't wanna have to face it.