there has been a death in the opposite house

today,
as in 12th of august, 2008, my uncle/my mom's older brother, died after sufferingfrom various disease for a couple of months. from his home in jengka, Pahang, he was transfered to Kuantan general hospital, then to Kuala Lumpur general hospital. me and my sis managed to visit him twice in the KL hospital, and the last visit at his son's house in shah alam on saturday the 9th, hours before his sons took him back to his and my mom's hometown, sg bakap, penang. the news about his death doesnt came unexpectedly, as me,my mom, my sis and my bro had seen the look he had, the look that we can sumtimes see on sum1 who will leave us. yeap, we've seen that look on abah's face, but we didn't recognized it then. i'm okay, but the news sure bring back some sad memory from 2001..

whenever i heard/think of sumthing as sad as this one, there's always 1 poem that will come flashing in mind..

There's Been a Death in the Opposite House

by Emily Dickinson

There's been a death in the opposite house
As lately as to-day.
I know it by the numb look
Such houses have always.

The neighbors rustle in and out,
The doctor drives away.
A window opens like a pod,
Abrupt, mechanically;

Somebody flings a mattress out,--
The children hurry by;
They wonder if It died on that,--
I used to when a boy.

The minister goes stiffly in
As if the house were his,
And he owned all the mourners now,
And little boys besides;

And then the milliner, and the man
Of the appalling trade,
To take the measure of the house.
There'll be that dark parade

Of tassels and of coaches soon;
It's easy as a sign,--
The intuition of the news
In just a country town.