To others, it's a welcome repose;  an indulgence, after  years of suffering  of this  so-called life.  It's a sweet escape of those who suffer incurable diseases, and those who face and endure their twilight years. Truly there is no great remedy to a person who suffers than to step on to the next life after enduring the present for years.

My lola has the latter. She's 88, and with only oxygen pumping on her body the past few days, she finally heaved her last breath this early morning. Truly, she was a strong woman.

To some, she was an iron lady. But to her family, she remains an epitome of a woman who is strong-willed as she is principled. And far more than that, she was a mother whose care to her children could never be measured with all the days of her life. She will always be remembered.

But I digress.There are also deaths that don't happen in physical form. These deaths happen to people inside them, and the relationships they have with others. It's a death of love and spirit of friendship. No, it's not war, or rage, or anger. Anger, as what the author says, is not the opposite of love it's indifference. It happens several times to me. It's either who'd die, or a friend. And you can always feel it around you with coldness. Just like in tomb.