This week, I heard a sad news. My one of my aunt, Sanseng Lenie, died Monday.
Here’s a more depressing fact: normally, my older family members die of either old age or sickness. Both my Lolo and Lola died of sickness due to old age (around 85 and 90, respectively). My other aunt died of diabetes, age around 70. My ancle died of stroke, around 65. This aunt, however, while aged around 65 (my estimate) died of a freak accident. She fell off the stairs, her pancreas damaged and got internal bleeding. She was comatose for a week and then gave in last Monday night. And this happened while she’s working thousands of miles away, in Austria. Her remains will be flown back here on Monday.
Life is fragile. You’ll never know when or how you’ll die. It can be 50 years from now or later this evening. It can be by a heart attack or by a stray bullet across the street. You can fear death. Or be prepared for it. In the first place, you’re not really ready to live unless you’re ready to die.
Please say a prayer for my cousins, Vener, Michelle and Junjun. They are mourning right now. Jesus, please comfort them in the midst of these days of sadness.