Recently, I've been reading Tuesdays with Morrie and I'm currently on page 50. The memories just keeps flowing. There isn't a time when I opened this book to read and somewhere in between when Professor Morrie came into the picture, a tear I would shed without knowing it.

He was just like her. Facing death, not a hint of fear. Smiling, as joyful as ever, full of wisdom. She was just like him. Concern about everything in the world, interested about everyone around her. Professor Morrie said something in the book that she said to me before. "Dying is a sad thing, living unhappily is another thing." She and professor Morrie had the same concept; they're living their last times to the fullest. And another quote from which Professor Morrie said, "Love wins. Love always wins." Whereas she said, "Love will bring you through. Even through death." The similarities.

She taught me the true meaning of love, which now made the person that I am. Her thoughts, her words, its as if somehow she learned the meaning of life during those final moments. To appreciate what's been given and to find what's lost. To share the love around and to remove the hate from within. She gave me patience I thought I could never achieve.

How could I forget about all that was said to me... Forgive me...

Her lessons, Professor Morrie's lessons, the lessons of the dying. The lesson of life. I'm glad Mitch Albom wrote this book. It couldn't have been written any better.

To Professor Morrie Schwartz,

And to my dear Fizah Lee Wan Qian,

May you both rest in peace.  ¶ 4:50 AM