Today I am writing to you from Portsmouth, England.
My home, Malaysia, is currently suffering from a heatwave and while you think the cool spring weather here might be just what I needed, it really is not. My tolerance for the cold is just about the worst. You could say that I’ve taken myself out from one extreme to another.
Sadly, I’m not in the land of hope and glory for anything hopeful, nor glorious.
My mum and I were on our way here to visit my uncle who recently fell ill and were completely heartbroken when we heard he had passed away while we were on transit in Doha. The following six hours on the plane was grim, to say the least.
We were so certain we would get there on time to give him one last hug, but God had other plans it appears.
With that being said, death is a very peculiar thing, isn’t it?
It’s weird how a body can go from being full of life and personality to literally being nothing more than a shell of its former self. Even with that thought in mind, a lot of us feel and act as if the person we knew is still somewhere in there. I myself was bothered with the idea of my grandfather being cremated after he passed away. Just the thought of the body being burned and alone made my eyes tear.
Do you believe in life after death?
Has it ever crossed your mind what it’s like up there? I think about it all the time.
Do they meet other loved ones who have passed? How long before they ‘cross over’ into a different place or do they still live among us, invisible and ignored as we go on with our daily lives?
“Was that shadow I saw from the side of my eye ‘him’?”
“Was that smell I just had mean he’s here with us?”
There are so many things we ask ourselves so that we may use that as an excuse to give us assuring answers. Especially when it makes you feel less lonely.
And that makes the process a little more bearable for some.
I know what I’m about to say will sound a little ridiculous to a lot of you, but we felt my uncle’s presence today. Something strange happened and we all realized that it was him trying to tell us he was there, in his own mischievous way. And that thought made my aunt feel better. I could tell.
It put a smile on her face.