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Have you ever thought or wondered what you would look like when you are old?

Have you thought of growing old with the one you love? Have you thought about your own end?

Recently, my girlfriend Linda who lives in Macau has asked me to write the eulogy for her funeral (she is perfectly healthy) because she wants to hear what I want to say about her while she is alive and not when she has gone. Make sense doesn't it? Only problem is I am not ready for no eulogy, baby :-)! I have never been one who can handle the loss of a loved one easily.

This afternoon, I could not bring myself to go to Amy's funeral. My hubby went for the funeral service while I was at the hospital visiting my uncle who will be having his heart surgery this coming week.

When I came home, I asked hubby if he cried.

Yes.

"Was it because you empathized with Darren and his family? And was it because you thought of how you would feel if I were to die before you did?" I asked in a sombre tone.

Yes.

Did the others cry?

"Of course. The family and many others took it very badly," he said.

Silence followed. We did not talk for an hour or so. Both in deep thought and painful silence.

Today, the realization hit me. I may still be very young at heart in many ways but the fact is the clock is ticking against me. I am not getting any younger and there will come a time when my life will end be it suddenly or when I am old and feeble. I looked at hubby from the corner of my eye while he was reading the newspapers and I suddenly realized how he had aged and it seemed as though I had only just realized it. There seemed to be more white hair and the wrinkles and frown lines appeared deeper around his forehead. Then I went to the mirror to look at myself. Really!!! Hmmm...The mirror does not lie.

Funny how when we love someone, we see the person differently. In my mind, when I look at the one I love, I see him the way he was when I first fell in love with him. That snapshot is embedded in my mind and in my retina. It is only during poignant moments like this when reality hits me.

How precious is my life, and that of those around me and those I love...even that of people I do not know. Indeed Tranquility is right. Life is fragile and beautiful.

When I saw my uncle in bed with all the tubes sticking out of his body, I told him that no matter what, he has to live because we love him and he is and has been like a dad to me and like a grandpa to my boys, especially now that my dad is gone.

This morning, I went all teary-eyed after I visited Tranquility's blog and the dam burst when I heard the following song.

I always feel so moved when I see elderly couples holding hands and also holding their walking sticks or walking slowly together. Such love that lasted through the years...through the test of time, tests and tribulations of all sorts...

So many things have happened to my loved ones this week and even recently and I know how precious is life and how precious are my loved ones and friends. I cannot bear to lose any one of them but alas, we all have to go one day ....but I do wish that I can grow old gracefully with those I love....How about you?

Please listen to this simple but poignant song sung by Adam Sandler...and may you grow old with the ones you love. God bless you...