Sometimes I do find it amazing at how things happen. If the sample size is huge, the permutation become difficult, but the probability increases.
As I write this, I am on my way to Mandai Crematorium. As far as memories can recollect, I've been to a number of funerals already but this is the third ever since I could really comprehend the many situation in life.
Each word spoken, each step taken... Very often, people find a cause to celebrate or commemorate- every significance of the first and the last of every possibility, but this time it seems like the genuine last. There was no crazy laughter, and even traces of smile to encourage had to be mustered with utmost efforts. Even those, were faint ones.
Solemness engulfed the place, but even more so, many were thrown into deep thoughts. I haven't known the deceased except for name sake, but I knew full well the daughter. Have been teasing her a lot and totally liked her bubbly character- always bursting into those infectious laughter at my slightest joke. She tried hard despite her tender age, perhaps in a bid to be like her dad. She had not shed a tear....
I could not help but to think about ourselves- how will it be like if I were the son of the deceased, how then will it be like if I am the husband, or the son, or the friend, how then will it be like if I am the deceased, myself...
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