I’ve been very lucky in that my life so far has been fairly untouched by the passing of loved ones. That is until this year. My mah mah passed away earlier this year, and we were unable to go back for her funeral due to COVID. A secondary school classmate passed away from breast cancer. A colleague committed suicide. Today, I attended my second funeral in Perth. The first funeral being a few years back, the father of a close friend. Today, it was the tragic passing of a friend, a sudden death, so utterly cruel in that he leaves behind young kids and a grieving wife.
We haven’t been friends for very long, maybe a year and a bit? But R and I both felt an affinity and had great affection for the husband and wife couple. Perhaps we could relate to our similar Asian migrant backgrounds, trying to settle in a foreign country, trying to build a life together and for our kids. He was gentle, shy, humble, very intelligent and had a wonderful sense of humour. His wife and I bonded because we both work in the same sector, we have similar challenges, we met their kids last Christmas and they were really lovely, happy kids. I was looking forward to meeting them again this Christmas.
It was incredibly heartwrenching to see their broken shells this morning, his older daughter in particular, I could tell, her childhood is now dashed and she has grown up overnight. She was angry, in despair and heartbroken. When the funeral service ended, we were all huddling in the back room, waiting for the family, suddenly, the young daughter’s heartwrenching and painful wails echoed and vibrated throughout the room. There was not a dry eye in the room. At that moment I cursed the gods to be. Why him. Why this sweet, lovely man who wouldn’t harm a fly. He struggled and persevered to come to Australia, his hard work and efforts paid off, just two weeks ago, his last talk to us was about how he had a dream. A dream to come to Australia, to have a wife and kids, a good job, a home, and all his dreams came through. How could they take that away from him. How could they take him away from his family.
It makes me so angry that there are families torn apart by loss and death everywhere, and yet there are those that don’t appreciate their families even though they are right by their side. I feel like shaking these selfish bastards and screaming WAKE UP! WAKE UP! Don’t regret when you’ve lost them forever.
So today I spent a longer time talking to my parents. Hugging my girls. Holding R’s hand. If one day I leave this world, I want their lasting memories of me to be that I love them so so much and appreciate them every single day.
Rest in peace N. I promise I will be a supportive friend to your wife and kids. Thank you for being so inspirational, for sharing your stories and for the laughs that you brought us. Whilst our friendship was cut short, I will forever be grateful to have met you.