Celebrations of life

Today I attended two celebrations of life. One totally opposite of the other. While one celebrates the birth of a child, the other celebrates the end of journey for another.

I feel so tired now, it's tough to be feeling so happy in the day and then swing to the extreme end in the evening. It aches to see a friend being so upset, and then us being helpless. I would never be able to put myself in her shoes, to know that feeling of losing your child, your own blood and flesh. The monster, cancer, is ruthless. I have lost cousin, auntie and uncle all to cancer... and once again, it hits someone again. I hate this thing called illness, if life invents such things, they should give us cures. If there's a will, there's a way, but it seems like there's none in this case. The little Char has fought so hard for her life, yet you never gave her another chance? I hope she's at peace now, no longer suffering. It was more painful to see her living on oxygen tank and bleeding from the tumours.

Farewell stranger

There was a commotion downstairs this evening. Someone fell out of the window or maybe it was suicide. Lots of people were standing around busybodying, the police cornered off the area, the ambulance came and left. The person is dead. But I don't think we know him/her even though he/she was living under the same block. It's freaky to realise someone just "jumped" off at the place you're living in!

死亡

Death is a very strange thing... don't you think?

It's like a random stranger. You fear because because you don't know him. It's like a convincing salesman. You can't say "no" when it comes knocking on your door. It's like the food you hate most. One day, you ate it accidentally but you survived. The other times you might not be that lucky, you might choke on it. It's like a movie trailer. You know the show is coming. (My very random thoughts)

I attended the wake of our long-time neighbour, heard the stories the deceased's wife was telling my parents. He knew it was coming, he even told them what he wanted to be dressed in when he's gone.

Death is a part of life, and sometimes it comes with warning, and at times without. I don't know which is better? When you know it's coming, are you scared? Ready to accept? But when you don't, you don't have a choice to choose.