I was on the way sending my Jovial back from school just now and i cried, my Jovial asked me why i cried in the car. So the story goes..................
I hardly listen to Mandarin radio channel, but it was a sudden spur of the moment when i hit the dial to station 988, it was not a normal broadcast today, it was special because that particular programme preempted the usual slot, it was a programme dedicated to a teacher and five students whose lives were tragically taken away from a normal dragon boat pratice last Sunday.
I cried because i am a father, i could feel for the victims' parents, the agony of losing their children in such a tragic manner, their hopes dashed, their longing for the their children calling of "Papa or the mommy" can never be heard again.
I cried because i can imagine how painful it is for the victims' parents to shoulder on at least in the near future that their children are longer by their sides, especially this time around when the Chines New Year is fast approaching. The reunion will never be the same ever again for these parents, i bet.
I cried because if i were to be in the parents' shoes, i could litterally feel my whole world crumbling down on me, i would sell my own life to have my child back, and i would do whatever it takes to make miracle a reality, if that what miracle takes to come to pass.
And now i realized, there is really nothing more important than seizing times to spend with our loves ones, because we may never be too sure if we ever had that times again.
Note : FAMILY FIRST NO MATTER WHAT.
P/S : The separation between DEATH and LIFE itself is NOW