Someone died right outside Raft3r’s house yesterday.
Even for Malibay, that rarely ever happens.
Apparently, a middle aged woman collapsed on the street from a heart attack.
Sprawled to the ground, she was immediately surrounded by curious villagers.
Instead of calling for help, people just gathered around her and stared in amusement.
A relative of the woman knocked on our door to ask for help.
They wanted a car to bring her to a nearby hospital. We readily obliged.
Even before they can take her to a doctor, she passed away.
I do not know the woman personally. I would like to think she has already lived a full life. But I can’t help but think about her unfinished business on earth.
Death is already an accepted part of life. It is the uncertainty as to when death will come knocking at your door that is the hardest to deal with.