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Everytime I think of people who have died, I'd always think back on what memories I have of them. There are a few people who have died without me having any 'last moment' with them because I was away. Thinking back about what could have been leaves me feeling 'dangling', like I'm putting down a good book because I have no time to read it and not having any more chance to re-discover the storyline or continue my reading. 

I talked to my mom about people who have died, asked her how and in what state they left. Ironically, when I got the news of their death I didn't really ask much about them, rather, I isolated myself more so I can take it in. Maybe it is actually just my way of coping with a friend or loved one dying.

I also find that I tend to mostly think of the person who I wished I had more time with them in their lifetime, because I have 'planned' things to do with them but never get the chance to. I'd always imagine how their voice would sound like if we're in a conversation, what would they decide, what new memory would I remember of them at familiar places. Mostly I'd remember back the tone of their voices at some point of my life, those that my ears have registered in my memory.

I have been reminded of my fragility for many times. I have also thought how it would be like if I were to die like those people who have died, the how, where, when and who will be the last person I see. What could I be doing? 

Young as I am, healthy as I am claimed to be, who knows when will I be taking my last breath? Death knows not our names, or date of birth.