Life is Short
It’s 8.59 am and am sitting here in the office with my eyes slightly wet from the urge to cry.
I’m feeling and absorbing all sorts of emotions coming from all direction… I’ve just heard another bad news…Yes, another one… First was KH, a fine young man suffering from lungs cancer when his life has just began. He is almost a stranger to me except we were once working in the same company. Even so, it brought tears to my eyes as I went through his blog, his struggles and his strength at the hour of facing such remarkable pain both physically and mentally. He is a warrior to me and I pray that God would have a good plan for him.
Now, I’m feeling for Ai Mee, I’m feeling for her only daughter little Erica… She’s barely 10 years old and her little body is put to the toughest test, chemotherapy of late. She fighting with bad blood cells (thanks to leukemia) while many of us complaining about literally every little things that didn’t happen the way we wanted.
It breaks my heart to imagine Ai Mee going through this ordeal… Erica means the whole world to her. She is always talking about her little angel with the beam of pride in her eyes. Little Erica is one special little girl! What amazes me the most is her love for creepy crawlies! Very cheerful girl the last I saw her. She was sitting on my desk, observing me doing work and telling me about her friends and her school.
We were playing shooting-paper-balls-into-rubbish-bin game later that day. She laughed when she missed the throw. She was running around in the office as any kids her age would. It saddens me to think that little Erica might not be jumping around and filling the space with her contagious laughters as she used to be. Her tiny body must have been under tremendous of pain.
We can’t do anything for her except to cheer her on from the sideline. Spoke to Ai Mee a while ago and am glad she sound rather okay. She is a strong woman. Let’s pray that her strength will carry her through this tough, tough time. Little Erica has been hospitalized and currently under intensive care. No visitors are allowed. I’m not sure if I’m ready to see her; I don’t want to shed a tear in front of her. She could use without few drops of tear. I remember seeing grandpa lying so still on his sickbed in the hospital. I couldn’t bear the sight…
Please hang in there just a little bit more, Erica and KH… things can only get better from now on… I know it…
It really got me thinking now… have I been living my life the way I want? Will I have any regrets if tomorrow never comes? Have I told that somebody things that I’ve been keeping so long to myself? Have I said sorry to people that I hurt? Am I living the day to the fullest?!
