The Loss. How Fragile Life Is.

Today is a sad day.

The news of a friend's passing (Pedro’s friend, to be exact) this morning came with a shock which left me feeling numb. From what Pedro explained to me via a phone call this morning, arwah Kharis aka TSB was jogging this morning when he collapsed and fell unconscious. At this very moment that I am writing this post I am not sure of the exact cause of death, but what really shook me to the core was the fact that arwah was still very young, and everything happened so unexpectedly.

Takdir Allah memang kadang-kadang tidak boleh diduga. It makes me realize how fragile life is.

Arwah has a little daughter who is slightly younger than my lil Kimy, and I felt a sense of great sadness for the lil one, who might be too young to understand the reality of what’s happening. My thoughts and prayers go to the family on their loss, especially to the wife, and the little girl.

Several weeks ago, another friend of mine has lost her dearly beloved mother (whom I call Mak) due to a serious illness. Alhamdulillah I had the chance to visit Mak before her passing, but I was reduced to such feeling of humbleness as I observed the commitment showed by my friend as she devotedly took care of Mak, and the love that was so obvious as she patiently fed, showered, changed, and did almost possibly every single thing that was required to do to ensure that Mak was comfortable. At that point of time, Mak was too weak to move and was not able to handle anything on her own, and so it was really up to my friend to take full responsibility in caring for her.

For 2 months Mak spent her days in the hospital, had to be fed via the tube with liquidized food, and for that longest time too my friend took care of her mother diligently without fail. Nevertheless, Allah adalah penentu segalanya, Mak left and passed away on 26^th September 2011. It was the saddest day imaginable for my friend, and even I was overwhelmed by the sense of such sadness that swept over me, as I remembered how hard she prayed everyday to be able to see Mak back on her feet again.

I will never forget the experience of observing the love, commitment, and patience that I saw during the days when my friend devotedly took care of her mother. It was such a humbling experience, for which even I do not know whatever strength that I will still have within me if I were to go through the same situation.

Al Fatihah to arwah Kharis and arwah Mak. And my prayers to the beloved family on their great loss. And herewith I will always remind myself to cherish and love those who are important and dear in my life, while there is still time.