Thursday, April 19, 2012

Life is short and unexpected

We hear this quote billions of time. "Life is short". My reaction and I'm sure many of you too would answer "Meh, that's so cliche". 

And when you hear of supernatural happenings, you would most probably say, "That shit ain't real. It only happens when Dean and Sam Winchester's around". I was a skeptic, though i had my fair share of supernatural encounter, i would still be skeptic when i hear of black magic and the sorts. Well, at least in modern times like now, I wouldn't have believed that there are those who still use supernatural being for their own advantage.

Now. Let me tell you what happened. I’ve only gathered enough courage to write about it today.

Before I begin, I would need to tell you of this person. He is an interim teacher. Posted the same time as I was. Though he was in the morning session, we did a lot of work together, such as being involved in MSSM betong, decorating the school board and since his desk was next to mine, we would sometimes chat. He was handsome, and often smiled. He never raised his voice. He was generous. He lent me (a complete stranger at the time) his bike so I could ride to town. He offered to buy items for the decoration. I would admit, I am beginning to love him as a friend. Though I’ve only known him for a short while, I know him as someone great and kind. Thinking and writing of him now makes me sad.

About 2 weeks ago, he passed away.

We were involved in MSSM Betong, 26 -31st March. We grew close with the others as the time we spent together each day was a lot, especially during the preparation for the sports events. During Betong trip, day 2 of the trip (if I am not mistaken) we noticed sudden changes in him. He rarely smile, he ignored our callings, ignored our questions and did not help me to manage the kids at all. We did not think much of it at first, and we assumed he had other troubles.
When we returned from Betong and to school, he was different. The last words I spoke to him was..”Hey, can you help me with this….?” And when he did not reply..”Ookay….thanks”. That was stupid. I feel stupid. How can we not notice something was amiss?  
On Tuesday, he was not himself. He was possessed, and claimed to be someone else. He called himself other names and acted different. I cannot go into details. Shivers still run up my spine whenever I think of it. In fact, I have not slept alone in 2 weeks. I am afraid. We all are.
He was sent home, to go for some healing/berubat ritual. But in the middle of their journey, he got aggressive and stormed out of the car he was in. When his father followed him from behind, he acted as if he had not known who his father was and told him to stop following him. When his father got close, he punched his father in the face. He was never violent in his entire life. I knew this from his family, when we visited. When we walked away, (details were vague here), he was found at the road side, injured and dying. His mother cradled him in her arms.
At Betong hospital, he was declared dead.
We were angry at the fact. We were also scared. How could this happen? Why him? Why could this thing be even possible? I mean…really? We were still in disbelief.
The eeriest part would be when he told 2 of our teachers/friends that “This will be the last time you’ll ever see me, and I’ll ever see you”. It came true.
Life is short and you’ll never know when you’ll meet your maker. There are things that’ll forever be unknown. Things can be unfair.
Although we do not share the same faith, I will pray for you. May you rest in peace. 

1 comment:

  1. “This will be the last time you’ll ever see me / I’ll ever see you again” or a shorter version "I will die soon". I don't know why or how, but I experienced it before with someone in my life. I wish to find out an answer. It seems like some people(s) can predict when death is near. Maybe in his/her dreams or they can have dejavu. Anyway, hope he RIP.