Sometimes, good things come out of the bad situations. At other times, these bad situations just... aren't that bad.My Uncle Christopher ('Boy') passed away on the 7th hour of the 8th Year after the millennium, in the 9th month and on the 10th day.
That's 7am, 10th Sept 2008.
He was only 57 years, and barely enjoyed his retirement. Brain cancer. At one point, he actually lost his memory, followed by the ability to speak.
Eternal rest grant unto his soul, O Lord; and let perpetual light shine upon him. May his soul, and the souls of all the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, rest in peace. Amen.
So, that's why I'm saying here. Death is not the end... it's only the beginning of many things. A good beggining, in fact! The only END that exists is the end of suffering.
Death provides the beginning of family members to come together again, and forget all squabble and hurts. Death lets us comfort each other; we then recognise how crumbly the strong members of our families really are. Death is also a time to rejoice, for a member of our family has come back to the Lord.
Plus, I get to escape the office tension and just have the time out I really need. The time out that all of us needed: my cousins who are working, uncles and aunts, parents, and even the college-going juniors.Except maybe poor Gregory. He has to sit for one more UPSR day.
Talking about the number of family members I have, the amount of Death Certificate to be photocopied will be a record!
God does work in mysterious ways.
