Welcome to Accident Week
This week has been by far the most depressing and scariest week ever. In a span of 6 days, i received news of two friends of mine meeting with bike accidents, with one of them being fatal.
So that's the deal. I went to a funeral today and stared into the lifeless body of a friend. Though we were never that close, having to say goodbye to a friend so early in his lifetime is actually pretty hard to swallow. Watching their family weep over the loss of a son, a brother and a beacon of hope.. it kind of reminds me of the time when my aunt lost her fight to cancer in the December of 2007. The only difference is this time, a parent loses a child, rather than it being the opposite.
Like what King Theoden said to Gandalf when he awoke from his trance to find his son Théodred dead in LOTR: The Two Towers
"No parent should have to bury their child. (breaks down and weeps)"
Yeah. Well that's just what i felt when i watched my friend's dad sprinkle frangrant flowers over the grave of his hopeful son. He looked so calm and composed, attending to the crowd in a polite and fatherly manner, unlike the mother who was well beyond tears. Somehow, I know deep down inside him, he's the direct opposite, a weeping father grieving the loss of his son. Quite common sense actually. Yeah well, i guess its moments like these that remind us that Death is real and one way or another, we will soon be called up to return back to the very soil we were created from. It's just a matter of: when, and how.
What striked me most today was the words that the uztaz said in lieu of my friend's death. The takeaway lesson learnt from today. He mentioned how we stood witness to how death is real. That there will definitely come a day where all mortals, irregardless of how wealthy or powerful we are in this life, will become nothing but food to the very worms and maggots. & in the life hereafter, nothing more will save us than the deeds and choices that we make in this life that steer the very course of our lives. It's like playing the game Fable 2 or Knights of the Old Republic where the choices u make and the deeds you do will determine you a saint, or a sinner. A hero, or a ruthless villian. As i stood there listening, i realised that i'm not perfect. I always knew that i wasn't. That my flaws outweigh my purities and i always had the decision to reverse it around. The point is, i've been the ultimatum Bitch lately and in the course of it, i might have hurt some people indirectly and i feel bad. Well, sorry.
Fine i admit, bikes are dangerous. My friend, whom to my knowledge, was a safe rider and yet he had to pay for something so undeserving with his life. The road was never built to be a playground. There is this belief to those who ride that all riders are destined to meet with an accident at least once in their riding lifetime. I've had my share of minor and major accidents of my own but i've been grateful that i've been spared a trip to the hospital. I just feel sorry for my friend that he wasnt just as lucky. Death, is inevitable. Rather than push death aside for another day, we should rather accept it and prepare ourselves for its presence so that we have just what we need to equip ourselves when the time comes for us to answer the call.
Like what Gandalf said to Merry during the near fall of Minas Tirith in LOTR: The Return of The King
".. (your) journey doesn't end here. Death is another path.. One that we all must take. The grey rain-curtain of this world rolls back, and all turns to silver glass... And then you see it. White shores... and beyond, a far green country under a swift sunrise."
Right. Trust Gandalf the White to tell you about what death is like. Peregrin Took. Lol.
bye
So that's the deal. I went to a funeral today and stared into the lifeless body of a friend. Though we were never that close, having to say goodbye to a friend so early in his lifetime is actually pretty hard to swallow. Watching their family weep over the loss of a son, a brother and a beacon of hope.. it kind of reminds me of the time when my aunt lost her fight to cancer in the December of 2007. The only difference is this time, a parent loses a child, rather than it being the opposite.
Like what King Theoden said to Gandalf when he awoke from his trance to find his son Théodred dead in LOTR: The Two Towers
"No parent should have to bury their child. (breaks down and weeps)"
Yeah. Well that's just what i felt when i watched my friend's dad sprinkle frangrant flowers over the grave of his hopeful son. He looked so calm and composed, attending to the crowd in a polite and fatherly manner, unlike the mother who was well beyond tears. Somehow, I know deep down inside him, he's the direct opposite, a weeping father grieving the loss of his son. Quite common sense actually. Yeah well, i guess its moments like these that remind us that Death is real and one way or another, we will soon be called up to return back to the very soil we were created from. It's just a matter of: when, and how.
What striked me most today was the words that the uztaz said in lieu of my friend's death. The takeaway lesson learnt from today. He mentioned how we stood witness to how death is real. That there will definitely come a day where all mortals, irregardless of how wealthy or powerful we are in this life, will become nothing but food to the very worms and maggots. & in the life hereafter, nothing more will save us than the deeds and choices that we make in this life that steer the very course of our lives. It's like playing the game Fable 2 or Knights of the Old Republic where the choices u make and the deeds you do will determine you a saint, or a sinner. A hero, or a ruthless villian. As i stood there listening, i realised that i'm not perfect. I always knew that i wasn't. That my flaws outweigh my purities and i always had the decision to reverse it around. The point is, i've been the ultimatum Bitch lately and in the course of it, i might have hurt some people indirectly and i feel bad. Well, sorry.
Fine i admit, bikes are dangerous. My friend, whom to my knowledge, was a safe rider and yet he had to pay for something so undeserving with his life. The road was never built to be a playground. There is this belief to those who ride that all riders are destined to meet with an accident at least once in their riding lifetime. I've had my share of minor and major accidents of my own but i've been grateful that i've been spared a trip to the hospital. I just feel sorry for my friend that he wasnt just as lucky. Death, is inevitable. Rather than push death aside for another day, we should rather accept it and prepare ourselves for its presence so that we have just what we need to equip ourselves when the time comes for us to answer the call.
Like what Gandalf said to Merry during the near fall of Minas Tirith in LOTR: The Return of The King
".. (your) journey doesn't end here. Death is another path.. One that we all must take. The grey rain-curtain of this world rolls back, and all turns to silver glass... And then you see it. White shores... and beyond, a far green country under a swift sunrise."
Right. Trust Gandalf the White to tell you about what death is like. Peregrin Took. Lol.
bye