7.38 am this morning, I was about to leave home and head off to Chulalongkorn Univeristy for an examination. I got an sms from my ex-husband, saying that his father had passed away at about 1 am (UK time). Although, I had prepared myself for this bad news for quite some time, I was still shocked. I planned to fly back to the UK later in June, hoping that I could make it there and see him before this happened. Unfortunately, its just too late. I felt bad as I didnt get a chance to see him before he died.My ex had given me a call this morning before I entered an examination room. For some reasons, I couldnt help feeling empty to hear his voice on the phone. At the end of the day, we are still close friends, and I felt bad that I couldnt be there for him and Jenny, his sister.This just made me realize how short one's life can be. He was only 63. However, he had cancer, and he terribly suffered from it, so it is the best to just let him go.Anyway, enough said. Its been such a crazy week for me, and I've been so tired that I dont wanna wake up again for the rest of my life. Unfortunately, I'm gonna have to, arent I?!Right, enjoy the rest of the weekend ....Chez

May he rest in peace, my dear

My condolences...

Personally, at 60 isn't too short for me. It's like almost there, I've been there and done that kinds of things. It may sound despair but I can only enjoy life when I'm fit and healthy.

sorry to hear that.. and hope everyone is alright... yes, including you...

cheers!

Very sorry to hear ... hang in there!