Took a bus one day and sat beside an old man. He smells. Really badly. I almost puke. A couple sitting behind us began to move away to other seats. I also moved away after a while. Lots of thoughts went through my mind.

Poor man! How rejected he must have felt. How can I ever be like Jesus? Jesus probably would have given him a hug to give him a sense of acceptance. But I? I moved away. Why was he smelling of urine and all? Probably no one is really taking care of him to keep him clean and smell good. Feel sad for him.

I began to think about my dad. I love him a lot. Even until now, I'll tear whenever I think about him. He was supposed to be discharged from hospital to live in a HOME for better nursing care but before any arrangements was done, he left the world. Probably it's much better for him to leave than to live. Maybe if he lived, he'll suffer more and I might grow to despise him or get tired of visiting him? Whatever it is, he will remain dear to my heart. I will never forget how he would drive me to school from my secondary school days to NIE days without fail. How at a call, he would put aside all his customer and come to pick me up to go home. How he dote on me. How he calmed down when I prayed for him at the hospital bed. My regret was, that I never told him I love him, never been able to give him a good life, couldn't remember if I'd hugged him before.

Then I thought about my grandma. She looked so frail and thin. Almost reduced to bones. I was sad when I saw her. She's very old and definitely not fit. But I admire the fact that she has never been to the doctor! I admire my aunt for taking care of her. I will visit her more often from now because I know she's happy to see me, though she doesn't remember who I am.

That's the frailty of life. Treasure your love ones! ( I love you too, mum! Though I still haven't mustered enough courage to tell you that personally or give you a hug. )