3 days ago, all drama and craziness broke lose. I got a call from my roommate who lives in Brisbane that had me hopping onto a eight-hour flight from Singapore to Brisbane within the next 12hours. My landlady or my God-mother as I had come to affectionately known her as, was in intensive-care unit in the Royal Brisbane & Women's Hospital. She had suffered a heart attack and a cardiac arrest in her sleep on the 3-Jan 2009.
Hearing such news was like having someone taking hold of my heart and squeezing it tight. The pain and sorrow I felt was indescribable. I tossed from anxiety to frustration from feeling so helpless by the distance. The last 48-hours replayed itself in my mind's eye as I had spoke to her recently and everything seemed fine. She had complain of some pains in the right arms and legs but that she was getting by alright otherwise. Little did I know that that was the calm before the storm that would have brought on a whirlwind of events and emotions.
So 3 days later and I am in Brisbane, helping out with Sonja's funeral arrangements with the help of a few good friends. Sonja never made it past Friday morning. The shortage of oxygen during her attack had damaged her brain and she was no longer Sonja in spirit but merely a shell that was kept breathing by tubed machines. I guess, the toughest bit was when her husband, Phil turned around and asked me if we were doing the right thing by stopping her life supports. Even then, we learned the next day that she kept on to her last breathe till 830am; almost 14hours after the machines were switched off. Proving her the fighter she always was.
It was never the way I wanted or intended for a reunion. It breaks my heart that I am losing another connection in the county I have come to love and call home away from home. I could never thank her enough for her love, advice, smiles, hugs, laughter and for inviting me into her life. For what it was worth, I was the lucky one while we lasted.
I look forward to our reunion someday, my love.