Hey, Aloysius… I have never met you in my life but days ago I heard about your death. At first, I didn’t know what was going on. Until I read what happened. You were fighting against depression. You were getting bullied just because you’re a homosexual. You had not much friends in school. I don’t know if I’m weird or what, but it hurts me so much eventhough I barely even know you. For these few days I have been going on to your Twitter and Instagram, somehow I was hoping that you would update a few post… In my mind was calling out for you to come back… Oh Lord, I wished that this is just a nightmare… I spoke to my brother about you… How I wished that we have met earlier, spoken to each other earlier, hung out together earlier… Maybe then, maybe everything would have changed… I seriously hate to accept the fact that you’re not coming back… But then, think about it again, bless the Lord that Heaven is a safe and peace place to stay. Aloysius, it may be crazy of me to write this post for you because I don’t even know how you’re going to read it.
Anyway, I hoped that whoever reads this would learn to cherish and love one another even more. Whether your friends or siblings or relatives are homosexual or of any other sexual orientation, please love them as how you wished to be loved. They look no different, they felt the same way as we felt love and pain. Don’t despise them because you’ll never know that one day they might be the ones who are there for you when you needed support or a listening ear. I have 2 brothers (not biological), yes they are just like Aloysius, but never once did I despise them just because of their sexual orientation. They are really awesome and loving brothers, who gave me advices and support when the storm came. Having them in my life is indeed a blessing which I can never buy.