If only death knocks before it makes its grand entrance...

Today, a collegue's world collapsed. Her husband, involved in an accident about 3 weeks ago, succumbed to the injuries and left her with three kids to look after, to continue living, to pick up the pieces.
Suddenly I found myself crying, sobbing and my heart went out to her. I don't know Anna that well but we had been thrown in the same committee to run a school function's about 2 years ago and would say Hi everytime we passed by the corridor. I sobbed for the three fatherless children, I sobbed for a friend whom at the age of 35 lost a husband, a friend, a lover. Most of it, I sobbed for myself. I sobbed for the uncertainties that life holds. I sobbed for the fear that I too could be her, as death is the only certainty we have. That I too, could lose my husband, that all of a sudden I could be a widow. Life is that fragile. And all the anger, the little things that bug you about your spouse, that he never takes out the thrash unless you ask him to, that he never bothers to hang the towel after using it, that he never really understands why flowers are a big deal to you, that when he eats, he makes that small annoying noise and that he could never sit through a movie with you because he would fall asleep half way through, all those things would not matter anymore. All that you want is for him to be here, next to you, till your eternity, praying that that eternity would stretches way into the unseen future. Growing old together, annoying each other ways that only people who have known each other for more than 50 years can know how.
Sadly, for some of us, the journey ends earlier and one party is left to lick the wound that perhaps would never heal. Every love story has a sad ending, and today, a friend discovered hers.