They Always Talk About
Before you know it, freedom has come.
Another goodbye.
It seems like every time I'm back on this blog, somebody has died. It's true — my colleague is dead. But contrary to what we all thought, it wasn't the cancer that killed her — not directly. She passed away after taken off life-support, which she needed because of the cardiac arrest's side effect that occured after she choked on food. She choked on food easily because of the cancer. I didn't feel much honestly, when I first received the news. Was it too sudden? Was it because I expected it because of how unwell she seemed to be from the sliver of information we were able to get occasionally from her husband? Maybe it just didn't feel real until I actually stood before her altar at the funeral, and I cried as I lit an incense stick for her (and burnt my self a little in the process 'cause I didn't notice the other incense sticks — noob). I think it's the first time I've ever been at a funeral of someone I directly and frequently interacted...
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