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Shaun's grandma passed on this week, so BF and I went to attend the wake yesterday. Shaun was his usual self. I have known him for nearly two decades, he has always been a very chill person. But as he narrated how his granny breathed her last breath and left eventually, I knew something stung his heart.
I think maybe, we always have that little tinge of regret when someone leaves us.
I would say Shaun is our family friend because he comes over every weekend and my mum even wants to acknowledge him as her godson. So my sister was asking me about Shaun and how old his granny was when she left.
73 years old, I said.
"Long enough," my sister said.
And so the whole day I kept wondering what "long enough" should mean.
Is a life considered a worthwhile one because of its length? Or should it be its value?
I think we are so used to measuring so many things in quantities, that we hardly consider their quality?
I wished Mr. Yeo had lived longer. But in the couple of years when I met him, I learnt so much and his words continue to impact my life. I thought that was a short but amazing life he had.
While we were walking to the bus stop, Shaun shared with me the eulogies that people had delivered at his granny's funeral. He could not agree more that his granny had indeed been that wonderful and loving person that people portrayed her to be.
Isn't it just pleasant how someone could create such a great impact in your life?
I think maybe, we always have that little tinge of regret when someone leaves us.
I would say Shaun is our family friend because he comes over every weekend and my mum even wants to acknowledge him as her godson. So my sister was asking me about Shaun and how old his granny was when she left.
73 years old, I said.
"Long enough," my sister said.
And so the whole day I kept wondering what "long enough" should mean.
Is a life considered a worthwhile one because of its length? Or should it be its value?
I think we are so used to measuring so many things in quantities, that we hardly consider their quality?
I wished Mr. Yeo had lived longer. But in the couple of years when I met him, I learnt so much and his words continue to impact my life. I thought that was a short but amazing life he had.
While we were walking to the bus stop, Shaun shared with me the eulogies that people had delivered at his granny's funeral. He could not agree more that his granny had indeed been that wonderful and loving person that people portrayed her to be.
Isn't it just pleasant how someone could create such a great impact in your life?
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