I picked up a book at a book store during lunch hour yesterday. I started reading it since last night and went through almost half of it already. ‘Tueadays with Morrie’ by Mitch Albom - it’s the book I started reading a couple years ago but never got to finish reading and it’s the book I sent to Sean when he was away. I think I also sent him ‘Me Talk Pretty One Day’ by David Sedaris.
When I had a lot of time in my hands early of this year in Vancouver, I spent a lot of time at bookstores… mainly Chapters on Robson & Hornby and Book Warehouse in Yaletown. I liked Warehouse in Yaletown better because they always had nice Jazz music on and that always helped me taking enough time and finding good books to read. I picked up ‘The Five People You Meet in Heaven’ by Mitch Albom there. I’d never heard of the book before but had a feeling that I would enjoy reading. I enjoyed reading it and it helped me crying. Life and death… especially death, how many people at my age would think so much about it unless they lost someone very close to them. Everyday, every hour, every minute, and every second for the past year, I was never free from the thoughts of life in connection to death.
People tell me time heals the wound. Did I ever believe what they say? Did I ever want to believe? Now I realize it’s love I had for Sean that makes my heart ache. It’s the love, it’s the memory, it’s the connection, and it’s the yearning. I don’t know what comforting words ‘Tueadays with Morrie’ would give me as I went through only half of it… but I know it already talks about something that I’ve been thinking about a lot for a long time… but never really got around to put them into words. It feels like I met a friend who shares similiar view point on life.