I learnt today that a friend passed away last year. She was diagnosed with fourth stage lymphoma (don't have the details), and leaves behind children of school-going age. She used to work at her family's western food stall in the coffee shop next to our primary school, and was a wonderful person with a sweet, gentle nature. Always came over and chatted with me and the kids.
At the end of this super long, hot and tiring day of various commitments, when I finally got into bed, I started crying again. I keep thinking of her. Even though it's been more than a year since I last saw her, I can still remember the way she used to do her makeup, the skirt she used to wear, her hair colour, her voice. It's so hard to believe she's gone.
A timely reminder to cherish our loved ones while we are still together in this world.
