A Fleeting Life is No Less Beautiful

This is my virgin blog post, after procrastinating for more than half a year. The blog finally happens because I am jolted out of the doldrums by the sudden demise of my husband's dear friend, WK, who died in his sleep. The news was covered extensively by the media and had become a much discussed topic. Whilst his death was poignant, we sought solace in the fact that he had touched the lives of many people during his short 32 years of existence, on this plane.

Wk was, as portrayed by the media, a caring doctor to his patients, a devoted husband to his wife and a loyal friend to his buddies, even my parents are impressed with him! He chauffeured my parents on my wedding day and pacified my dad who was complaining about the chaotic gatecrashing moments. I suppose that's him, a down-to-earth chap who wins people with his sincerity. Sounds a bit cliche, but we know he will continue to live in the hearts of many people and be a source of inspiration for all of us who are learning to love not only ourselves, but also those that we come into contact with. His close buddies started a blog, in memory of the beloved friend. Friends who have drifted apart got reconnected again and they recounted the good old times they had during their JC days and shared what's going on in their lives now. That's very positive.

So after that heart-wrenching week, I did some soul searching. There are too many things that I have put aside and too many people I have neglected. My mom said I sent out a few hundred SMS a month but none was for her. My hubby said I MSN and OT too much. Friends said it's difficult to fix gathering dates with me. The volunteer group that I used to work with was saying I had MIA for almost one year. Guilty, guilty, guilty. I must really start somewhere and make it a point to spend more time with my dear ones and resume my volunteer work soon. To touch people's life...hmmm..that will be my mantra, hopefully for the rest of my life journey here.