Life is very fragile.
Our life were created in a way that, without certain elements like air and water and food, we will all die.
Today, my granduncle passed away at the age of 71 years. Yes, it's not that we were very close but still, I really feel the loss. I hugged my devastated grandaunt, for the second time in my life. Although there was a lot of misunderstanding between all of us, but when death stares at us, we put down the differences. I embrace her pain, feeling her loss and despair. Moreover, they have been married for more than 40 years by now, or perhaps may have even reached the golden number 50.
I saw him for the very last time. I know I will not be able to make it for the funeral. How I missed him already.
For my gran, I think she is still in shock. Regretting for not giving in lots of ways. My other grand uncle whom has not spoken a word since my great grandmother left us 20 years ago, has finally spoke to my gran again today. I sensed a feeling of relief and happiness in my gran despite a sad day today. She has waited all this while, to see him again, to talk to him again after all these year. Such an irony that we actually felt happy today. Perhaps it was a blessing in disguise after all.
Such a long day. Tomorrow, sun will come up again. Shining upon us, reminding us that life has to go on. At least for now.
To my granduncle, may you rest in peace.
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