..An Epitaph: She Died LOL ..

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The hallway's light were already off. It has been my third night shift duty. The whole ward is now peacefully joining the slumbering population. The only clutters I can hear from where I am sitting are the leafing of the vital signs sheet monitoring and the cup of coffee being held and laid down every now and then. My eyes are a bit lazy as I am watching our Resident doctor accomplishing the prescriptions. Half of the world are now asleep; half are awake for reasons not of my concern anymore. I'm lucky enough to be sitting on the corner of the medication room, goosebumps visible on my arms as my vision is affixed on my own penmanship which in the long run I realized is not making sense anymore and therefore concluded a severe hopeless case for that matter. What keeps me awake are the songs played from my co-worker's phone and the once in a while call from the patient's room. I'm not in the mood to strike a conversation to anyone which I usually does on early dawn. I just wanted to savor my undisturbed bliss on the swivel chair on crossed-leg. I miss blogging, I miss Chameleon's wall. I still have images I wanted to put on my sketch pad, paint brushes I wanted to get hold again. But for now, I'm not an underground blogger. I am not a writer, I am not a painter, I am not a jovial photo enthusiast. I am just a girl in a nurses' cap in awe of her own grotesque handwriting.  In those moment of idleness, a letter of relief was composed:

Hi Kim,

How's life lately? Been terrifically busy I guessed. Oh, why tears are welling on those tired eyes? C'mon, I know you are strong. Keep holding on anything that is giving you strength. Nobody said life will be all easy. Be ready for days when even Cadburry's chocolates are not so much of aid. Drizzles will come unexpectedly and you are not spared from getting wet. Keep that resilient composure, grip on your beliefs that no matter how long a night is, it culminates into a day. Same as how terrible a day is, it ends to a night of rest. By the way, you deserve a tap on your shoulder. It had been such a while when you rested those for refuge. And let me give you big warm hug. You often do that to someone else. You surely deserve one. I wanted you to know how blessed you are: with people, with relationships, with a noble job that helped you live life differently. I'm proud you are investing over people and not on earthly things. Continue to be crazily inlove with life for it has always been your goal. You were asking for an epitaph years back. I guessed you finally found an antidote. And hey Kim, have I told you lately how much I love you? Now wipe those tears. Continue with life. He is moving forward with you..till the end.

No one else, 

Kim

Note Below:

The author might be worn out and crazy. But it's her insanity that keeps her sane. 

Note Below 2:

Article inspired by a previous note click here. To answer what that epitaph will be, it's this:

"She Died  LOL (Living Out Life)".

What's your Epitaph?