he didn’t linger

The “he” in this writing is a father of 2 grown men who attended the same church as me. Those two men with their father took my attention for the first time when I saw them casually hugging each other in the middle of an easter preparation, I feel like that was so sweet to watch. In the other day, they had my attention again when we’re in the break of a long session. They casually sang linger by the cranberries in the side hallway of the church, they shared a lot of smile while singing that song, I guess linger could be their favorite song. My attention was kinda intense because I also love the cranberries and that moment was cute to watch. I smiled along the way they’re singing. A week later, an obituary hit my whatsapp and it was that father’s obituary. My heart was shredded into pieces. I’ve been thinking to write that hallway moment into a sweet poem called linger and I just couldn’t proceed it. There, again, grief alarmed the maturity to tighten the belt because grief is a forever friend of life. Though I know the people aroud me won’t forever linger, why have not I let my heart to prepare?