Good Evening.
This post is going to be short and sweet because it's late and I need to sleep soon. I so can not afford to be late for work again tomorrow. Well, I'm not blogging from work as you should be able to tell. Work was busy today. I actually learned more stuff, like helping the Mrs with the report that we are 'doing' together. It was pretty fun and tomorrow, I'll be using the most up to date computer to help her with more stuff! Helping someone sure has it's perks. Aside from being busy, I was also annoyed. Like really, really annoyed this morning that I had to go to work. Well, after being woken up by your dog at 4am who promptly went back to sleep the second you got out of bed to open the door for him. And waking up to an aching knee. I was pretty much annoyed. And the thing about work now, is not that I've lost my love for it. The thing is just that I detest sitting beside someone I really cannot stand. And no, I'm not equip or even capable of being civil because just looking at her makes me annoyed. If you think I sound like a bitch or whatever, stop reading and go fish. Anyway, I was pretty pissed on my way to work, and at work for a while till around just before lunch. That was when I found out mummy was buying lots of books for me from the Jumble Sale at the convent outside the church! Yes, I was totally happy because of that. Not only did she get a few books for me, she got thirty three books! Can you imagine the time I would need to read all those books! That is very much time well spent (: I am seriously thinking of having lunch alone with my book. Going to a quiet place, where there's sun and breeze and just have lunch and read my book. Hahas. But that's consideration for another day.
Nothing else happened today. My knee hurt even more. It's horrible, I know. I only hope it gets better before Friday. And I'm seriously contemplating on just wearing flats than forcing myself to go through the pain of walking in heels with this injured knee. But we'll see how it goes. I also wouldn't be able to get my hair done because Thursday is a public holiday and the lady that does my hair, doesn't come to work on public holidays even if the dresser is open. Well, too bad for me I guess. Got patched up again in the evening before I went home. Tomorrow's the time to change my dressing. I hope the Nurse in the office can help me with it. Because the last time I was left in the dressing room with another nurse, I looked like I had my whole knee cap scraped off. Hahas. We'll see how, but I really do hope the Nurse in the office could do my dressing for me again. It's ok if you think I'm vain, cause I know I am. xP
Mass was a painful event. So I shall skip that and jump to the funeral part. Life really is indeed fragile. Just before we arrived at the Taxi Uncle's Mother's funeral, God bless her soul, we saw these two police men running furiously, dashing across the road to run up this building. I'm not entirely sure why. At first we thought, we meaning Mama, mummy and myself, that it was the police chasing a robber. However, with mother's superb eye sight, she saw someone on the building trying to jump down. Or that's what she saw anyway. And it made me think that two policemen would dash across roads, even when traffic wasn't warned to stop, just to try and save one life. Life must really be precious huh? And then at Taxi Uncle's place. I personally do believe that when a person dies, we shouldn't mourn but rather rejoice that they've moved on to a better place. When my great grand mother died, I didn't cry until that one evening when I realized that I wasn't going to see her anymore. I was happy for her, at first anyway. That she was going somewhere else. Some place where she could walk freely. Where she could do anything she wanted, without worrying about her joints aching, or falling over or even tripping and injuring herself. Some place where she could be free, and not confined by the ailments of her body. And yet, at her funeral, I saw my grand aunts, grand father, grand mother, uncles, aunties and cousins alike crying painfully. And still, I couldn't see myself crying. Because inside, I was happy. Happy for her. Frankly speaking, I think all my cousins thought I was weird when I didn't cry by her bedside when she died or even at the funeral. But I was happy for her. Even if I knew I was going to miss her. Miss seeing her during the festive season, during Chinese New Year, Birthday celebrations, Christmas. But I did cry. I can only figure that it was when I finally realized that I really wasn't going to ever hear her voice or see her smile again. But the tears didn't last long, because I knew she was happy where she is. Because that's what the bible promises us. Eternal Life after death. Anyway, back to the Taxi Uncle. When we sat down to eat, I noticed that his hands were shaking. Well, basically his whole body was shaking ever so slightly that if you weren't looking closely, you probably wouldn't have noticed. And I realized that even as happy as we are for someone who has passed before us, there will always be sadness at a passing. How does one actually be happy and yet sad at the same time? I'm not sure. I used to think that when my grandmother passed away, I would be happy. Happy that I wouldn't have her nagging at me anymore or scolding me for no reason. But then there are days when I imagine her gone, and I feel tears spring to my eyes. And I'm not sure. I'm not sure if can be happy that she is somewhere where she is happy and peaceful, or sad that she is gone and that I'll never see her again.
This post, although not very well detailed out because I have a million thoughts running through my mind and not enough time or energy to catch them and put them properly, is dedicated to those who I know who have passed on. Even people who I didn't know very well, but meant something to people close to me. I hope you're in a happier place, one where you're free of the confines of your earthly body and earthly worries. And this post is also for those who've lost someone they loved or cherished. Death is a part of life, but being sad at their passing is inevitable. Missing them is undeniable. But treasure the ones you have now, so you have good memories to think back on rather than cry for losing the opportunity at making wonderful memories.
So on that last note, I'm out of here. It is getting later and I'm a little upset I can't sit here and type the whole night because I have work tomorrow. So if you've lost someone or know someone who has lost someone they love, just take five minutes from now to sit and think about them. And next time you're at a funeral of a friend's loved one, take time to sit with them. Because friendship is one of the best medicines life can give us.
~ To the soul, there is hardly anything more healing than friendship. ~
Thomas Moore
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