The Unspoken Fear

While heading out to pick up a few groceries in the Italian Deli ‘Pastosa’ on Richmond Road, fear grips me as I’ve something that I forgot and can only be available in other supermarkets like Pathmark, Waldbaum , Cash and Carry, etc. These are vegetables, fruit, and other ingredients reasonably cheap and expected to be fresh; with all the choices being displayed and shown hordes of them can delight a lot of customers. When I got home carrying all those stuffs my mobile phone rang and it was from someone whose voice sounded familiar with a sad tone that a friend of mine had just passed away. I couldn’t speak nor utter a single word overwhelmed with sadness and shocking news; struck me most as I recalled him, his mem’ries that wrought an opportunity to pray for him. This prayerful moment addressed to God made me realize and think all over again death as a surprise and yet an unspoken fear for so many who seemed they’re not ready yet. Between today and tomorrow I might include him in sacred celebrations with the nuns who always pray, in deep silence and heightened recollection; I’d pray for him that eternal rest may be granted to him.