The first stage of life is the baby stage, when one doesn't know anything, and struggles to learn everything in the cutest possible way. Next is the toddler stage, when the basics of everything starts to get absorbed in. Being a child is as good as being a symbol of innocence, carefree, without a thing to worry about. Well, maybe exams sometimes. And then the person grows up and bla bla. When old age comes, one begin to revert back to the child stage. Interesting ya? Especially when illness kicks in, somehow old people begin to display childish behaviour, which at times is kind of cute.

I see this in my grandmother. As the days go by, she becomes more haggard, more weary. I can see that she is in pain, physically and mentally. She starts to be stubborn, tell funny lies, throw tantrums. That is the child syndrome I was talking about. Surprisingly, she is still able to maintain a very positive attitude. She treats her illness like it's no big deal and not worth any mention. I simply can't figure out where she draws such strength from. She is not a religious person nor has she gone through commando training. She is a great woman. She really is.

Now I come to wonder what would I be like if I were in her shoes. It is not a very nice feeling knowing that one's days are numbered. There are only 2 choices. One is to take it like a normal event in life and work to fulfill all the unfinished business before going peacefully. The other is to go into deep depression and spend the rest of the precious time cursing and crying. My grandmother chose the former, and it was a very good choice. It made the people around her comforted too.