I already knew it was going to be a long weekend when I got a call from my day saying my uncle was terribly ill. Visiting him last week in the hospital already gave me an idea they he was quite bad but not death... Not this fast actually. My uncle was fighting cancer, a battle which brought my aunt together without her choice.
The man I hear had a difficult childhood from the beginning. His dad was a drunk, mum was beaten up. So naturally the behavior would have been fostered in him. He worked his way through school and worked at the port for a shipping company. He was rough from nature, they way he spoke and how his body was rough.
My uncle married a teacher and had a beautiful daughter. He was a spiteful man when he married her. He moved on to telecommunication firm and climbed the corporate ladder. My uncle believed in black magic. He used it for personal gain, money magnetism and to hurt others was his motive. Money was pouring in and he was always flying around Sarawak was his favorite destination.
Their marriage was a facade to everybody. He treated her like a maid and she played along. The communication between them was broken. She did what a wife should do cook, wash, iron. Both of them slept on separate beds. The love was not there. I always wondered why my aunt really stuck to him. An easy divorce Would have been easy. Why didn't she take the easy way, the generation of today seems to being doing that. It is not the right thing but why go through it all. I think it was because of her daughter she stuck into it.
I received the 'the call' about 10a.m.. My uncle had passed away, he leaves behind a wife and a daughter. Two strong people who will build a thick facade to show that the event will not hurt them. I would like to believe that they have soft yolk inside of them and they are hurting for their lost but from a third eyes view I see nothing.
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