Day 620 has passed.
The day I learn one can actually changed her tickets 14 hours before her flight,
booked another ticket back 3 days later,
packed 7 hours before the flight
and arrived in the airport with just A backpack.
The day I learn that even with a backpack I must go to the check in counter and verify myself.
The day I learn what is the real meaning of travel light.
The day I learn that when someone passed away,
it is really without warning
and even if you wish he would leave later
perhaps a month later
he is still gone
and you have to learn what is applying urgent leave
and booking last minute flights.
Most importantly,
it is the day I learn that hunches are right.
Why I did not persist to make plans to go UK.
Why I was not able to accommodate my friends to stay in my apartment in Melbourne.
And why I had this sudden urge that I should buy that Miranda Orange Soft Drink for him
when he said he was craving for it.
It was my last glimpse of him.
It was the last thing I could do for him too.
I still remembered the last time I did something for him.. it was the 1777 call...
After that, the next time I did blog him, it was the drawing for Father's Day 2010
He was miles away then.
And I sometimes wondered if we did right to put him on so much medicine and invasive care.
Especially after reading "How Doctors Choose To Die" by Ken Murray
Torch was no doctor, but he knew he wanted a life of quality, not just quantity. Don't most of us? If there is a state-of-the-art of end-of-life care, it is this: death with dignity.
Had we put him in prolong pain?
Did he finally get his delayed relief?
Is he resting in peace now?
On Day 612, I had went to burn incense sticks as per my normal routine.
And I had prayed that he will be in peace.
On Day 629, 11 days after he departed, I had once again burnt another incense stick on Buddha day.
And this time, I wish he is happy with his new home.
R.I.P.
