Death...
A friend of my boss passed away last week. My first maiden encounter with my boss friend was ages ago when I was about 7 years old. A couple of years later, I met her again. And the most recent one was just a couple of months ago. Through out those brief encounter with her, she looked the same. Nothing change. The ever cheerful, smiling lady.
As I flipped through the Star newspaper, the obituary section caught my attention. Somehow it was as though some one maneuvered my fingers to flip to that specific page. There she was. Staring through the column. The ever cheerful, smiling lady. I was shocked and sadness crept in like an unwelcome visitor. Even though I knew her only by sight, her lost is still greatly felt. It was cancer that took her away. A disease that is feared by most of our human race.
She was a person of few words. Her own disease was kept a secret. Her only reply was "I just feel a little bit unwell"... My boss told me that her life was never smooth sailing. And to top it all, she had cancer. Some times, I feel that life is mean. When one is already suffering, more suffering will come upon the person. Where is the fairness in this situation?
I pray that now she may find eternal rest, peace and happiness.