Two deaths and one birth

 

It’s early Saturday  morning (00.50am) and as usual, I’ve just had a shower before I head to bed. Because tomorrow (well, technically today) is Saturday, I can stay a bit longer and get up late. As I mentioned earlier, this week has been freaky – thank God that it’s ending well on a positive note.

A lot of major news yesterday though – the death of Farrah Fawcett, one of the original Charlie’s Angels was announced in the news websites when I got up in the morning. Within minutes, there was another breaking news, announcing the death of Michael Jackson. I had never been a fan of Michael Jackson and when I read the news, I must admit that I didn’t feel too sad about it. I did grow up with Michael Jackson and I love his early works when he was with Jackson Five but as he got weirder, I liked him less. I prefer different types of music anyway. I was even feeling sceptical and thought perhaps that this was a ploy to boost the ticket sales for his upcoming concert. As the morning progressed, more confirmations came through news websites to announce that yes, the King of Pop had exited the stage.

However, when I checked my phone and read my work emails, one message came through to announce the birth of a daughter to one of my workmate. That’s the circle of life, I suppose – death and birth. The show must go on – as more exit the stage, new ‘performers’ come in to take their spots. After my younger brother’s passing last year, I’m not too scared with death anymore – it’s just a journey everybody will eventually take.

A lot of people are mourning for Jackson’s and Fawcett’s departure and I’m sure a lot of people glossed over their shortcomings when they were still alive and focused on the good things that they did. Sometimes I wonder, why people find it easier to give honours and positive messages during eulogies. People say sorry and give overdue praise and messages of love when they stand in front of the casket – with tears streaming down their face – rather than telling the person when he/she was still alive.  It would’ve been much better to encourage them when they were alive – to tell them that they were loved, appreciated, and supported.

So whoever your idol or loved one is at the moment, go and tell them how much they mean to you – don’t wait until they’re lying stiff in the coffin. By then, you’re already too late …

Finally, Michael, Farrah – you took quite an extraordinary journey, eh? Rest in Peace.


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I've finally relented to the lures of blogging - and for those who care, well, I'm a self-confessed geek who's a wanderer at heart, who thinks and analyses too much, and who's trying hard to hold on to his 7-year old inner persona.

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