Reflection of a day

I took a last minute drive to Melacca yesterday to send a friend to attend a relative's funeral. Another person I know that has succumbed to cancer. My friend and cousin were recollecting the life of this relative and how he had touched their lives - each time there were visitors to Melacca from Singapore, this relative would sacrifice his lunch time to welcome the visitors by making his way home to do so. And he would invariably so do the same when the visitors departed. This is so even though he was not some big boss of his own corporation, but an employee like the rest of us.

The funeral was a lavish affair carefully put together by his children and spouse. Although I don't know them well but I could feel and see the effort put in to remember their father by. An affair that wanted nothing but the best to ensure their father had a good after life thereafter.

The drive back from Melacca was fraught with thunderstorms that limited my views to 2 m before me, and the lack of street lighting in the dark of the night. Even in these conditions, cars were speeding (myself included) at 150kmh. Until traffic screeched to a halt. Traffic jam on a highway?

A sight to behold, 1 merc placed horizontal across the highway with bumper off, another car on the road shoulder, and a final one that sent chills down my spine. It was some distance off , lying overturned with wheels in the air.
I couldn't see if there were any injuries as the rain was pouring heavily, everything appeared grey.

After this haitus to my cruising speed, all the rest of the cars seemed to drive just that tad slower somehow.

And this article from LWL came to my recollection - one that I enjoyed reading.

Indeed, appreciate what we have been endowed with and envy not what we lack. For each day I am alive, might indeed be one lived on borrowed time. Be generous with your love and let people you love know. Whoever we may be, Presidents or Janitors, Professors or clerks, are all mothers or fathers, brothers or sisters, sons or daughters. We are after all, just transient beings on earth, placed in a box and reduced to ashes when our time is up.