Death
Recently my greatgrandmother passed away, she was 98 and she went peacefully in her house. To tell you honestly, i was not surprised when i heard the news. She was senile and old, and she passed away peacefully.
In my whole life, i have only been involved in 2 funerals, this one and my father's one. My father's wake is much more sombre, because he was quite young and was killed in a freak accident at his workplace. He struggled for his life for 10 days in the hospital ICU and was in pain when he woke up from the morphine jabs. He passed away in pain without even a word, he could not talk for the whole time because of the tubes that was in his mouth. For him, death is a release from his physical pain. I was only 12 years old then.
Is death is a release? What is life after death? These answers i have been seeking for a long time. There are times when everything around me seemed exceedingly hopeless and i tried to sought death as my release but then somehow death was not an option for me. In life there are really no guarantees, nothing in life is definite. There is nothing in life that will be set in stone, course the only thing that will be set in stone is your name on your own tombstone haha.
When will i die? This is the question i sometimes will ask myself. Will i leave a legacy behind? I think how i die is not important, is whether how i live my life thats is the most important thing. I will try to cherish friends and people around me no matter what.