last night hubby and me heard this from the 2 ND floor neighbor's that her son 27 years of age have finally stop battling with the cancer sickness, past away yesterday morning 8.00 am at the GH and the burial at 1.00pm meaning 7 feet under ground after 5 hours? no feeling's and no memories ever again for him , they are Muslim, is that the way is it for Muslim burial?...huuush! why life sometimes seems so short and beyond our predictions and control? I truly sympathize his mother whom is the one that take care of this son all the time during the hardest time..hubby and me attended his wedding just 2 years ago and we met him very often as he just stayed at 2 nd floor right, last month one evening while on our way going out the electric supply suddenly down we went back to take a torch , on the way down we met him for the first time after his 3 months treatment after discharge from medical centre, he is coming up but was so dark that hubby torch the light for him. Hubby said life is so unpredictable saying that we should enjoy life to the fullest, with the labour from our hard work. I certainly agreed !
