Hey, I hope you all are doing well. This is my 3rd attempt of writing this blog because I am unable to complete it.IBefore you start reading this blog I would recommend you to read my previous blog so that you can relate more. Okay so lets get started. 

That night my sister told me that chacha needs blood and plasma. Everything was arranged. He was feeling better. We were happy. Next day was his birthday.I wanted to wish him. So, I opened Facebook and send him a message. It was around 8'0 clock. His timeline was flooded with get well soon and happy birthday texts but he had not replied even to a single text. Later we were informed he is in ICU again. Now, things were clear. Everything was in the hands of God.I prayed that night. I just said “God, I know he will be fine. Ab cheeze aur kharab mt kijiye. ”

Next day when I woke up I was told he is no more. Everyone was crying.My heart was heavy. When grandmother was told about this she was shattered. We tried our best to calm her but failed.

That day I questioned on the existence of God. I opened the last msg which I had send him. I saw his timeline. Yesterday it was filled with get well soon msgs and today he was tag in a post RIP brother. I closed my phone for a while. Mummy saw me. She said don't hide your emotions. Sometimes it is ok to cry. You don't need to be strong everytime. 

It's been a month without him but even today I miss him. I miss the way he used to call me. I still remember the last conversation we had. His smile, his face, everything is still in my memory. His little daughter still reminds me of him. Whenever I went upstairs his room still makes me sad. I don't even have courage to face his room. 

I still remember that priority list which I had made in which I included those important persons of my life for whom I wanted to do something in future. Chacha, you were part of that list too.There were many things which I never told you. You are still in our memories.

Sorry, but I am unable to complete this blog.

Thanks for reading!