It has been a while since I met up with Lily. I have told myself numerous times to visit her or to give her a call. When I met her at Giant recently I was glad to see her so cheery, her spirit was strong and full of energy.
I have known Lily since primary days. We ate together and we played together. She is now happily married to Leong, a complete opposite to her chatty, jovial and high spirited self. They complement each other so well. He has stayed with her through hard and difficult times. Lily has to go for dialysis thrice a week. Medical tests revealed her kidney disorder when she was pregnant. Her baby has no scalp. She had to abort her fetus for it could not survive after its birth.
Just recently Chong Lee Kun SMS me. “Did I contact Chan Choy Lan?” A long, long time. In fact, years. Chan Choy Lan joined Amore as a tea lady in 1986 when we moved from Pudu to Wisma Hangsam. We had a close friendship and kept in touch frequently. But not often enough to know she had health problems. She passed away from stomach cancer recently. I regret for not being with her at a time when she needed friends to cheer her up.
I always cite ‘no time’ for not meeting up with friends. Call, my cell phone discharges too much radiation. SMS, I need my glasses. There are so many excuses.
Life is so flimsy. Even a crystal ball can’t foretell what will happen in the future. Time is what I do not have much. Time is what I need to keep in touch.
I have known Lily since primary days. We ate together and we played together. She is now happily married to Leong, a complete opposite to her chatty, jovial and high spirited self. They complement each other so well. He has stayed with her through hard and difficult times. Lily has to go for dialysis thrice a week. Medical tests revealed her kidney disorder when she was pregnant. Her baby has no scalp. She had to abort her fetus for it could not survive after its birth.
Just recently Chong Lee Kun SMS me. “Did I contact Chan Choy Lan?” A long, long time. In fact, years. Chan Choy Lan joined Amore as a tea lady in 1986 when we moved from Pudu to Wisma Hangsam. We had a close friendship and kept in touch frequently. But not often enough to know she had health problems. She passed away from stomach cancer recently. I regret for not being with her at a time when she needed friends to cheer her up.
I always cite ‘no time’ for not meeting up with friends. Call, my cell phone discharges too much radiation. SMS, I need my glasses. There are so many excuses.
Life is so flimsy. Even a crystal ball can’t foretell what will happen in the future. Time is what I do not have much. Time is what I need to keep in touch.
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