As I walked into the office this morning, I could feel there was something amiss. I didn't recieve much enthusiasm in the replies to my salams. Reaching my seat, I asked my colleague 'how are you today?' She just stared right back at me... I then dipped under the table to turn on my computer, only to come up and recieve the same blank stare. Little did I know she was trying to remain composed and tell me that one of our colleagues-in another division- passed away last night. Heart attack. He's been having heart problems for a while and went on leave to get treatment. I can't help but wonder... how finite life is.
Every time I hear of a death I wonder, did he know he was going to die? Did he say his goodbyes? What about the people around him... his wife? Kids? Its amazing how life can be taken from us any minute - any second. Yet, we still think it won't. Not yet. Not me or my loved ones yet. It may cross our mind, but then that thought goes away. Whether the death was sudden, or there was a possibility all along, death still shakes me up. It's a reminder, a wake up call and a time to scrutinize my own life.
May he RIP.