If you ask me what is my greatest fear ..., it would be losing my loved ones. I cannot start to imagine when it happens, but I know for sure, sooner or later that time will come.
I am not sure which is the worse of all, losing a spouse or losing a child or losing a parent. It is in God's hand, we can only pray that the people we love are always safe where ever they are. Sometimes, it is already too late for some of us to realize that the time we have together with our family is always too short. Before we know it, they are gone forever.
My husband and I spent a lot of time together, specially this last nine months. Most of the time we just stayed home, we read, talk about the weather : ) , watch tv and surf the net. I will start work this coming Monday and I am sure gonna miss him. And he too, would miss me as much.
Earlier this week I bumped into Shila and she told me our friend Jijah passed away in December last year. The three of us were colleagues back in 1992. We seldom meet up but whenever we meet, we'd try to catch up on things during the 10 minutes of bumping into one another. You know, everyone's busy with their own lives. Shila told me Jijah finally had a boy who is in Primary One this year. She was so so very excited about him getting into Primary One and couldn't wait for the registration day ... She didn't get to see her boy registering for Primary One. She passed on after two weeks in coma.
Al-Fatihah to my dear friend Hajijah and
to the late Datuk Amar Puan Sri Hajah Laila.