My friend said that in that instant when she thought, 'This is it!', all hope was gone, she realised what really mattered after all. In the face of danger, it was her neighbours and strangers who helped her. In this difficult time of recovery, it is her family and friends who rally round her protectively. She's realised how much she's loved.
Ashamedly, I myself never told her I loved her until yesterday.... I'm Singaporean after all; no expression, dull face, reserved. How do I go around telling my close friends I love them? Yikes. I'm not that old but my generation and before don't really indulge in such expressive exchanges (even if we hug all the time). I know the younger ones do. They say it all the time (online!). Really, it wasn't until I realised how close I came to losing her that I realised what her friendship meant to me. I used to see my girlfriends as makan buddies (because we only meet over makan) but I realise they're like 'sisters' and I'd feel lost without them.
It's true, many of us walk around trying to make logical sense of what should and shouldn't matter in our lives. Most often, it is our jobs, our positions, our salaries, our cars, houses, which schools our kids are in, how our kids fare in school.... really, in that instant just before you get zapped out of existence, what really matters after all?
What started as a blog about hand painted shoes has become an online journal for a simple working mother, in search of Food for the Heart, Body, Soul and Mind.
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