She will Not Be There

It took 1 hour and 15 minutes for me to get to my work place, hubs and I use motor cycle... its quite tiring.
So, everyday we always try to find shortcuts, back ways, old roads anything that could save time.One day  I suggested my hubs to use the old road and like most of old roads is its cramped and a bit bumpy but less crowded, turns out that using the old road saves 10 minutes of our time... so we go by that way everyday...

This old roads keep a lot of memory, my school is there, my auntie (I used to live with her) house and my old friends too. One of them is my Sunday School friend, her name is Amanda. She is a year older than me. Every Sunday morning I use to stop at her place and we will go to church together. Her mother was one of my aunties best friend. It goes like that for several year until I move to stay with my parents and we got busy with our own routines and never meet again. But she still lives there...

So everyday me and my hubs will pass her house, 'till this one day I saw her mom, she was standing in her small garden in front of their house, she was cutting the dead leaves... there's something different with her. She lost a lot of weight, look pale and of course getting older... but there is other thing that catches my eyes... I remember she use to have long thick black hair, but now she use a scarf to cover her head... a head with no hair...
I call my mom as soon as I got back from work and she told me that Tante Cory (that is her name) is having a stadium 4 cervical cancer and she is in meds. I called Amanda right away, and I talk to her that day...
The next day, I saw Tante Cory again.. and the day after that... she is always there. Probably there are times when she felt not very good so she just sat behind their front window looking out side, I still can see her everytime I pass. The first time I couldn't see her, I call Amanda and asks her if everything is okay, and she said that her mom is in the hospital for chemo, she normally stays in for a week. Than I will saw her after that.

It has been a week since the last time I saw her, I thought she is in hospital again. But, just this weekend, my mom told me that Tante Cory just pass away.. on Saturday 10:00 AM. I never thought of this but I will miss that view of her... she always looks calm and in peace even when she feels not so good and could only sat behind the window looking outside... but she is a much better place now... she is with God!!

There is a time for everything,
And a season for every activity under heaven:
A time to be born and a time to die
A time to plant and a time to uproot,
A time to kill and a time to heal,
A time to tear down and a time to build,
A time to weep and a time to laugh,
A time to mourn and a time to dance,
A time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
A time to embrace and a time to refrain,
A time to search and a time to give up,
A time to keep and a time to throw away,
A time to tear and a time to mend,
A time to be silent and a time to speak,
A time to love and a time to hate,
A time for war and a time for peace.
Ecclesiastes 3:1-8