For some reason, a picture of us together popped up on the right hand side of Facebook. As always, fb always chooses the most random moments to have someone I've not been thinking of very much, appear just as I am about to close the tab and move on to more pressing matters. It was a picture of us playing mj at siti's house, and you had commented that it was the night you won your first 13-wonders. That was in 2008.
You left us in 2009, with nothing to prepare us for what was to come. As much as I have known you to be impulsive, you were always one to keep your calm and encouraged us to keep ours. You were the statue of rational whenever tempers flared, in spite of you having your own bit of fire burning within.
I liked it that behind that pretty face, there was a crazy smart brain where I could go to whenever I wanted an intelligent conversation, without topics shrivelling up the moment it got slightly more metaphysical. But you were one to appreciate the crippling rawness of bad jokes too, and I will always remember that sparkle and crinkle in your eye, as I rattle off on my jokes that were so bad they were good.
Your giant hands no longer share the same tiles that mine touch, and you won't ever flirt with daniel the way you would on the table. Your brows may no longer furrow whenever you are faced with too many combinations to choose from, and you no long demonstrate a fanfare of feeling the tile before you get a big win. I miss all that like hell, and I still get pangs of sadness followed by an excretion of sourness along my salivary glands whenever I think about how I wish that was all a bad dream, but all that is not as important as me knowing that you have found your final resting place.
Your body is no longer with us, but memories of you will always live on.
1, 4, 7, bamboos... Yes my dear, you have zi muo-ed this time. You gamed. :)
