I know it sounds morbid but something really happened to an ex-colleague who used to work quite closely with me. We all called her Auntie and though she's a Chinese, she always cook Indian curry for us as her husband was an Indian. They had a son who just came out from NS. I've known her for about 6 years and still see her around my work place very often. During these years, she would invite us over to her place during Deepavali.
I received 2 sms from different people on the Friday morning, reading it one after another, telling me that Auntie's husband died the previous night from heart attack. It was unbelievable as I knew his husband was only in his mid-40s or 50s. The first thing that came to my mind is that Auntie should be devastated by now... she has led a very sad life in the past.. and now, they have snatched her hubby away from her.
It bothered me throughout the whole day surprisingly, despite meeting her hubby a only few times. Perhaps it was too long a time before I had such news.
I felt bad not being able to attend the wake after work as I had a lecture. Indians do not have a long wake, so his body would be cremated the following day. Most of my ex-coleagues went, together with Love. I came to know that Auntie was sobbing really badly and everyone who visited her went home with a heavy heart. I couldn't imagine how bad it could have been.
I visited her with Yu on Friday evening and she was much composed. Through her puffy eyes, I saw not only grieve, but a tinge of strength as well. She narrated the whole incident to us without shedding a tear. She said that she'd remain strong for the sake of her son and her mum-in-law.
After this incident, Love and I were reminded that life is so vulnerable. And we seemed to treasure each other more.
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