I just came home from the church after visiting one of our family friend whose remains lay there. I shall miss his smile. While I was there, I started thinking...'damn, we never know when we are really going to go.' He was just playing ball and then he passed. Why?, he wasn't even 40 yet and he has such young children. Well as I always say, I'd rather die in an accident then die having a sickness that even though would prolong my life, its just a way of saying goodbye slowly.
I don't like to think of it.
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