The draft

I wrote this on the 12th November....which I saved as a draft and now the person which I spoke about is already gone:

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I just came back from the hospital after visiting my uncle who is now bedridden due to the
cancer of the lung.His condition is deteriorating ; very obvious since the last time I visited him last Sunday. Looking at him , I felt a great sense of lost and sadness - he isn't the Papak I knew before. My uncle was never a man of many words , but he is a man of great sense of responsibility.He has been the Big Brother to all his siblings as Grandpa passed away 16 years ago. He cares for everyone in the family - from my widowed aunt to my unmarried uncles - none escaped his attention.

Looking at him this noon on the bed really made my heart ache. When we approached the bed , his eyes were rolled up, the pupils looking above while the sclera were very obvious. I could see the His left hand was tied to the bed to stop him from pulling the drip plugs off his right hand.

*Did he want to end his life? Is his pain unbearable now? He must be....*

His BP yesterday shot up to 210/140 but thankfully it came to 170/? just now.His body now has become very frail and weak; he can hardly walk now.

I fear losing him.I could only pray for him, and God to take his pain away....

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My uncle passed away peacefully on the 14th of November 2005. It's been more than a week now , and life soon settled down again. Thanks to those who has kept my uncle in their prayers.