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Death

 

In a blink of an eye, October is finally here. In Western countries, it can be seen when orange crunchy leaves fall softly to the grass and soft winds blow past. In this humid country that we constantly find ourselves swearing under the hot sun, we can only realise time passed is when each memory become more distant from us.

With Christmas and New Year approaching dangerously near, i come to look back on 2008 and one of the strongest memory was the death of Jordon. He, was from my secondary school. We weren’t personally very close by despite that, his sudden death became a shock to many. 

“Jordon vomited out his lunch as well as a lot of blood, and eventually fainted before the paramedics arrived. 
He was sent to NUH A&E, where doctors found a blood clot in his brain, but were unable to operate immediately because of his low blood platelet count. 
After being in critical condition for almost 12 hours, a small operation was carried out to ease the blood pressure in his brain, which was mounting to a dangerous level. 
He has been in a coma ever since, and doctors have certified him brain dead as of 12th Febuary 2009. 

However, the masses of people who went to visit Jordan are still not giving up hope. They are still hoping and praying for Jordan, and they are constantly visiting him and folding paper cranes and stars at ward 21 in the hopes of him waking up.”

 

During that period of time, it felt very surreal. I was working when i received the call from a friend and later that night we went down to the hospital to visit him. Seeing his thin gaunt body hooked up to many tubes was something beyond comprehension. How is it that someone that is so young and robust could suddenly, get into such a tragic accident.

2 years have passed then since we have all graduated from our secondary school. But during the time spent in the hospital, i saw many people that i would never thought of seeing again. And how everyone could just drop what they were doing in life and sat vigil at the ICU waiting room folding cranes and hooking it up by his head and all th forlorn whispers through the night.

On the morning of 4am that he passed on, text messages came in and all of us had trouble registering the shock. I was at the cremation and i could still remember vividly. The air was thick with sadness and death is indeed morbid, a harsh reality to face.

Somehow, i hate it how someone fights for their life, the additional seconds to live, with that small glimmer of hope. The whole process is tormenting and death never fails to leave this dull ache in me. Numbing their entire souls and selves forgetting about the pain and with their helpless lifeless bodies covered in tired skin just battling for another beating of the heart, another breath. I hate it. I’ved just sat there helpless, dumbfounded and trying to figure out what I could do to ease their pain, but in the end, death still catches up with you.I just wish anything or anyone that’s putting everything behind them and doing all they can to keep alive just surrender their souls . Take a final beat, a final breath, take in the love and then sleep forever. Dying is pain, but death is painless.

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