A couple of days back, a neighbour staying opposite my house passed away. She was in her 60s, a spinster and living with her unmarried sister, brother and his wife. On that day, she was running her errands as usual and somehow she became tired. So she took her nap on a chair in the afternoon and she passed away quietly in her sleep. Her sister found out about it and called her brother to confirm it.
Initially when we first shifted to our current house, she had some issues with my family. She started a cat fight with my Mom, accusing my Mom openly for something that my Mom didn’t do. Ever since then we have been a very silent neighbour to them. After 6 years of silence, about 2 years back she began to show some friendly gestures whenever she passes by our house. Well, if you meant well, we will not hold any grudges.
Her funeral lasted for 3 days. There wasn’t much people who went there to pay their last respects. Mostly all are relatives and very few friends. That could probably explain her being a spinster. No pun intended. To me, it’s just a pitiful sight. Already she passed away alone, then so little who came for the visit. The house was so quiet as though nothing had happened. What more after her burial. Hers was a huge contrast compared to my late grandmother’s. We had to occupy half of the playground for her funeral at our house! It was the most happening funeral that I have ever seen myself. What more for me to mention the great things in her life.
I think the kind of person you are, and how you live your life reflects in the most honest way possible on the day you die. I’m not judging her (my neighbour) as there is no point for me to do so anymore. But I’m taking it as a view of what kind of life do I want to live until the day I die.
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