Translation: Life is a subtraction; the chances of meeting only get lesser and lesser.
There is newborn every day.
But there is also death every day.
It is very easy to talk about life but when it occurs, how would you handle it?
So on this trip from Singapore to London, there was this gentleman, traveling alone.
He was seated on the other aisle, so I didn’t have much chance to serve him.
I’ve only learned about him from Van, my partner, who chatted with him when he came to the snack corner, that he is doing an Asia trip for his wife, who passed away recently. From San Francisco, Japan, Hong Kong, Bangkok, to London, then back to San Francisco. 29 days.
Then, he came to the snack corner for the second time. I went forward, and we started chatting.
I did not ask how. I couldn’t.
Instead, I asked how did they meet.
They were introduced to each other through a friend. It wasn’t loved at the first sight. In fact, they didn’t like each other that much in the beginning. But, you know, if it is meant to be, it is meant to be.
39 years of marriage. They have a daughter who is turning 29 years old this 29th. Apparently, they love to travel. He showed me some photos of her on his phone. From Paris to London. He said his wife loves Hong Kong. They had been staying in HK for years. And they planned to do an Asia trip together.
It was just, perhaps a less than 15 minutes conversation, but it touched both Van and my heart as he was talking. It was nothing fancy but we could feel his love towards his wife. A lot of love. And the love has been increasing every day. He is a proud and happy man whenever he talks about her.
As I’m writing this post, I somehow relate this gentleman with Mr. Lee Kuan Yew. His passing is definitely one of the saddest news to the world and videos of Mr. Lee are shared all over the internet. Mr. Lee was not only famous for being a successful politician, he was a loving husband who’d read poems to Mrs. Lee every night despite his tight daily schedule when she was not well. And it all goes down to one reason, LOVE.
Love has no age.
Love has no race.
Love has no rank.
Love has no gender.
And love has no time limit.
Love like there is no tomorrow.