I don’t know why I suddenly thought about Anita Mui last night. She was the only person that I feel sad about her death. This morning I learned that one of my ex-colleagues (and my ex-mentor) has just passed away.
Death is something which I don’t really understand, to be honest. The first time I heard about it was when I was in primary school (10 years old or younger). When I back home from school one day, I found that my aunties were all gathered in my home. My mom asked me not to feel sad… then told me that one of my uncle has committed suicide that day.
I didn’t really know how I should react. I didn’t feel too sad (well that uncle was quite good to me, always bought me snacks and little gifts). I just didn’t understand what death mean.
There could be another world. Death is not painful (c.f. live, sickness, all these things are painful). Death is when you can’t talk to that person again (or when you can’t heard him / her talking to you)…
After that, I never cried for another one’s death. Not even very close relatives. I don’t know what is it so sad about.
Ever since Anita Mui’s death. I cried. And I cried quite a lot. I couldn’t explain. Could be, she was one of the real idol who companied my growth. Could be, as a woman, I could feel that her life was not as complete as she wished. Ever since that I became more "normal".
Two of the people whom I know have passed away this year. I honestly proud of knowing these people when they were alive.