It seems like people around me are dropping like flies. Last week, Mae's grandma passed on. A couple of days back, our friend Alice lost her battle with cancer. This morning, Mae got news that someone she knew had died in a freak accident in the New York subways.
Frankly, all this dying is starting to piss me off just a little bit. Cut it out, people! There's nothing cool about death, except maybe the wardrobe.
I've never been comfortable with death. I remember how, in my childhood, I was mortified whenever a relative died. Didn't help that back then, Chinese coffins had that creepy Chinese horror movie look! But still, I was always a ballsy kid. I had never chickened out from taking one last look at the dearly departed. Sure, I had nightmares after, but my curiosity had always been far greater than my fears.
Over the years, I have come to terms with death. The nightmares are gone - even the ones in which I die a horrible death. I can't quite explain it. Maybe I have become desensitised. Or perhaps it's the Christian faith that I now embrace. If you believe, Jesus promises life after death for those who accept him. But what are the implications?
Some people think Christians are an arrogant lot for thinking that they're the only ones who get to go to Heaven. Maybe so. But have you ever considered the burden that comes with the knowledge of that divine promise? A lot of my family and friends are not believers. And that worries me a little. No so much that they reject me or my silly beliefs, but I worry that there might be ever so slight the chance that I may never see them again. That would just plain suck.
To whoever's reading this, please don't die. At least not until you're heard every side of the story.