November 26
At 1 AM, my wife woke up. She went to her sister and mother in the next room. After a while, she returned to the room. In a low voice, she told me...
"Wala na si Uncle Nick"
"Uncle Nick is Gone."
Half-awake, I responed with a "Huh?!"
And she repeated what she said.
I just looked at her in silence. Am I dreaming? Is this real? It took some time to register in my brain that it was real and I was awake. Her sister is sobbing next door. She's talking to their cousin over the phone.
It's a sad day for my family. Uncle Nick is my mother-in-law's brother. And they are a close-knit family. In the past, we would often go together to their hometown. Now he is gone. But that is not the only sad news that I received today. *sigh*
Hello, dearest readers. I don't know how to react today actually. The death of Uncle Nick reading some posts of online friends about the loss of their loved ones this day also. But this gets me reflecting about my own life... and life itself. And that's what I'm going to share with you.
Uncle Nick
Uncle Nick was not just my wife's uncle. Back in high school, he was my teacher and a mentor. There was one summer that I worked with him. There was no cable TV back then. So all TVs need an antenna. And Sir Nick (that's what I used to call him), has a gig of installing antennas. During that summer, I and another student who was a year ahead of me assisted him. That's how I first understood how to align antennas. And in our class, I learned about electronics from him. It was a long time ago.
Perhaps, it was a coincidence that the woman I married is her niece.
I think it was at least three years ago that he had kidney failure. Since then, he goes under dialysis every four days. He would often spend his time with his sister, (my mother-in-law) to play mah-jong or tong-its. No one expected that yesterday was the last time he would do that.
He felt intense pain on his side. They brought him to the hospital and were given a shot for the pain. But I guess, he could not withstand the pain anymore.
Đuro Bjegovic's Father
Duro or A.K.A @AwakenToLife in Noise.cash. (I'm not sure if he is actively writing here). I met him in Tsu (now Display). Then joined the Project BlueFire founding team. A few days ago he posted on FB that his dad contracted Covid-19 and was suffering. Earlier today, He posted again in our FB group that his dad passed away.
The Young Priest.
My brother posted this image on Facebook.
I don't personally know the priest. But he too fell victim to the covid-19 virus.
These are just three of them I saw several posts sharing about their lost loved ones. And during the pandemic, a lot of lives were lost. Like candles whose flames were extinguished in a puff.
My Reflection
Life is fragile. One day we might be healthy. But if you are not careful, it could change completely in a single moment. I realized that when I went through a horrible pain last May. I thought I'd die that day. (My Painful Ordeal Continued)
Life is fragile. We should appreciate life every single day. It doesn't matter if we are rich or poor. If we appreciate life always. We will always be happy.
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This is sad, I read about your post on noise and it broke my heart. I hope you get better from this sad experience