Like most of the gadget inclined people of this country, i found out about the ill fated June 3rd Dana crash on my phone. I was shocked so i went to the living room to inform my grandma and we confirmed the whole sad story on the News. I heard about different people on the flight and their different stories. i also heard about people who missed the flight and how close a shave it was for them.
      By Monday Noon the shock had started wearing off after i repeatedly committed the bereaved people into God"s hands. By 4pm I was almost normal as i started clearing up to close from work. Then my phone rang!!! I saw that it was a call from my mom and my mind was already racing with what atrocities i might have unknowingly committed again. The sombre tone of my mom's voice further confirmed that i had erred her yet again however I now wish that was the case. My mom informed me that her elder sister's husband happened to be in the crash. I struggled to picture his face but came up with nothing. So i got the address and headed for the residence.
      On my way there, was when it hit me the last time I had seen my cousins was when i was in SS1 and despite my mom's efforts to reunite us i had always avoided a reunion. Even though I could have gone to see them at any time within the last six years i just always postponed it. Now i am forced to go and pay condolences and I am no different from all the strange faces trooping into their residence to utter a few words of consolation to them. Only my aunt and the first born recognize me and i feel grossly uncomfortable because this "reunion" was not as i pictured it.
     I have been to their house  thrice in the last three days and suddenly there is time to go and see them now when there wasn't before. This has taught me a great lesson and from henceforth i would make sure that I always make a little bit of time for my family and friends, so that i wont have to wait for tragic news reunite us again ......