This tragic business of dying alone

Posted: July 21, 2014 in Scribble
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It was such a hot and hazy day at the columbarium. I was with my dad to help my cousin place his brother’s ashes that just arrived from KL. I never really knew this cousin of mine who recently departed. We shared hardly a few words even with the infrequent times we had seen each other.

He died alone and was discovered only about a week later. Everyone was shocked to learn about his early death since he was only 54. Though suspected of a heart attack the death certificate is written – pending investigation, which I don’t even know what it means since he had already been cremated.

We just stood there waiting for the man to come and clean up the area for the urn. No prayers were said, no goodbyes, no eulogies. My cousin brought a bunch of flowers, put them in a vase much too small, and we left. I felt really sad for my aunt who is at home dealing with her cancer, hearing Amazing Grace over the piped in music, and how everything ended just like that. But he had quite a nice service at the crematorium in KL.

Strangely, my mom’s sister died alone as well a few months back. Her son only found her about four days later. She was on the floor in her locked bedroom, crouched in a fetal position.

This tragic business of dying alone is just so grim. Did they suffer? Did they cry for help? Did they want to contact someone? Or did they just slip quietly away into the arms of the angel of death? I guess we’ll never know. They are at least free from all the unnecessary madness of being human.

Goodbye Ah Jin. Goodbye Tua Ee.


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