"It's not like you died or something."

I remember a dear friend saying that to me be just before I left Singapore. And perhaps many friends don't understand why I take my goodbyes so seriously. And here's one I missed. I remember seeing him in church a few weeks before I left Singapore. But it didn't occur to me to bid farewell.

This morning, I woke to a heavy heart when I received news that Bro C has passed on. I never had the opportunity to know him well. But like Bro J's passing, it hits home, somehow. It's too late to say goodbye now, and to think the last thing I did for him was sending a goose on Superpoke.

And that's why I made it a point to say a good farewell to everyone who mattered to me. As it is written in the Gospel (Matthew 23:42), "Therefore, stay awake! For you do not know on which day your Lord will come." We really do not know when's the last time we will meet. It's not ours to know.

But I shouldn't be sad. In fact, I think I should be uplifted and inspired with his life story. Reading through the wall posts on his Facebook profile, I deeply admire the kind of person that he was. It's not how you died, but how you lived.

Till we meet again my friend.