Confessions of an Idllyic Mind

Tis' too fair a day for death.

A good man passed on today.
A man that never drank, smoked and womanized.
A man that was faithful to his wife for almost 4 decades.
A man of little words.
A man that hardly showed his temper.
A good man indeed.
This man is my uncle.

He succumbed to an illness that the doctors did not know of.

There were as usual food at his house today. A large gathering of loud relatives acting smart as usual. Trying to conclude what was the cause of his death and what could have been done to prevent it. There were never I's in my family. Always We's. The lost was not only to my aunt, their 4 children and 7 grandchildren, but the lost extends to every member of the family.

Strangely, I did not know how to react to his death when i got the news. Only when i saw him lying there in his coffin, so different from the man i use to call "Ah Chong". He looked frail, thin and pale. Its funny how only when he isnt with me anymore i stared at his face. The only time i ever touched him was when he was lying in the ICU and as I was praying for him. His hands were so soft.

I would never get to tell him how i liked looking at him sometimes when he is enjoying his evening cup of coffee and crackers. I would never get to tell him how soft his hands are.

I broke down thinking of how my aunt would cope staying alone in the house she and my uncle have lived in for more than 4 decades.

Death robbed me of my uncle today but made me gain an urgency to start appreciating the relatives that God has blessed me with now.