Our Last Bastion

Death came like a thief in the night ........

MIL, the remaining generational link in hubby's family, finally succumbed to the scorches of the dreaded C just as evening was about to fall yesterday. I was about to devour a noodle dish as I fumbled for my celfone seeing hubby's many missed calls. The text message delivered the bad news.It was expected but one cannot avoid feeling the pangs of emptiness gnawing deep inside stifling the pangs of hunger I felt just a few minutes ago. I hardly touched the food. After work was done, I left for home uncertain about what's to come ....

Sadness fills the air. MS hurts so badly, I wanted to take it all. In a way, it is best expressed than repressed. ED and MD seems better able to handle things. I know it will all come to pass .....

What I am afraid of is that ....... the strength of the family ties will be put to the test with the demise of MIL. Families can go astray when the elders are long gone as a new savvy generation takes over the traditions left by the old one shaking the familiar comfort of the the once closely knit family. The stronghold of the family is suddenly left to the vulnerability of the new and the practical.

But should we put to waste what this wonderful woman left with us..... I guess not .... if only to honor her memory, we will continue to remember her in traditions that will be played over and over again ... like she never left ...

Goodbye for now and see you again soon .... missing you...