Attended a funeral service on behalf of my father, for his buddy passed away this Sunday, he was 87 years old.
He had been in hospital for about 1 month, out of the ICU for about two weeks time, and he was passed away silently, without appropriate rescue for his last moment.
This is the journey of life. I started to attend this kind of ceremony as I am growing old enough now.
I have been in the funeral home only for few times, the last time was my friend - K, she was gone in her 44 years old with cancer disease.
As this is January, it also reminds me of Lin's death on January 25 1994. She was shot in her dormitory room. That evening, I saw the whole story happened.
As time passes, it seems to me that it is only like going to another place-heaven, therefore, we should not fear the death, as the fear is worse than the death itself.
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