When people die, what do you think makes us so sad? The death? No, it's not really about the death, it's the memory shared. 

Like, everything is all gone and you can never have a replay of such memories again.


Sometimes, when the memories are so deep or the person is very special, as in the case of a spouse, you break down, and probably live with the pain forever, while some other people camouflaged it with a smiling face.

How did I arrive at this conclusion?

So, there's this woman in the villa I stayed in school, she's the landlady but she's extra cool for the title. Like, every other landlady I've ever met wear this landlady title like a gold-crested crown and a staff of "do you know I am?" So, seeing someone who's supposed to act this way behaving in such a down-to-earth manner is highly commendable and beautiful to see. 

But suddenly, this woman fell sick and recuperated after few days, I, personally was happy because there was a time during the period when she was sick that I had this urge to go into her room and pray for her, but I didn't go because I was scared and feeling like "what do I know?, More like "who I be?" Thinking of it now, I'm beginning to blame myself for not acting to that nudge. she would probably not died if I did because the woman died in the most unexpected way barely two weeks after. 

Now to the crux of the matter. On the day this woman died, her husband still has his ever smiling face and responding to greetings here and there. No, he's not wicked neither does he hates his wife. Infact, I secretly wish for his kind of commitment and love towards his wife, because even in old age, their bond was still so strong and fresh. Now imagine now that the wife is dead, I literally thought the man's life is over. 

Infact, for hours, I didn't know how to console him(Naturally, I struggle with words) until he was alone and I said few words like "baba, I'm so sorry about your wife death. The Lord will be with you." Baba was even thanking me for what I did for his wife few days ago. I was so moved like, you're supposed to be dewy faced and sad(no, I'm not a sadist, but with the kind of bond he shared with his wife, this was what I expected).

One thing is sure, Baba will surely miss his wife and if not frequently checked upon, he may die soon. A very huge gap has been left in his heart, which I don't think his children can ever fill up. Naturally, there's a special feeling and bond you share with your spouse that you may never find the right word to describe it to your kids.

One thing I learnt from this is that, tomorrow is not promised. Value all relationship and cherish every moment. You may sleep in bed today, but sleep in the grave tomorrow. You walked today, you might be carried tomorrow. You eat today, your mouth might be shut forever tomorrow. 

Death is wicked, he doesn't understand love neither does he care about aftermath pains. He likes to play with flickering light until he puts it off. He gets intense joy from pains and anguish. Honestly, life is really so short and again, nothing is promised.

I really feel for Baba, and truly, God will be with him.