'Cause thinking of you makes me sad

I am sunburned and headache-ing. Not from going to the beach. Not from playing sports under the sun. But from waiting for the bus. -.- Now, I could have just stood up and found some shade until the bus came. But the old people next to me were having such an interesting conversation, I couldn't just leave. On my left, there was an old man and and old lady (who were the ones having the conversation... they didn't know each other by the way, just randomly started talking at the bus stop), and on my right, 2 cute old ladies sitting very quietly waiting for the bus. The old lady directly on my right kept looking over like she wanted to join the conversation, but didn't dare to. Old people are so cute!

The thing about this scenario is that, you would never EVER see this sort of situation in Kuching. The man was 80 (turning 81 in May, or so he said), and the lady was 71. And they were healthy. Extremely able. Out and about. Buying groceries... on their own. And they were talking about their kids and grandkids (who are MY age... plus minus a few years) and all that. Which was all perfectly normal.

And THEN, they started talking about their spouses who had passed away. And THAT was the part I almost ALmost sniffled and hugged them. The lady's husband passed away just last year. And the man's wife passed away 6 years earlier. Perfectly normal considering their age, I suppose. But the way they were talking made me feel such... sympathy?... for them. They were saying things like "Sure miss them, huh?" "It's hard to go on with life knowing they're not around anymore." "It's not easy to do the things we normally do without them around" "It's easier to go back to being single when you're young and in your 20's, but now when you're in your 70's." "I spent 47(for the man) / 51.5 (for the lady) years with that person, and suddenly he/she's not around anymore." You get the gist of it. It was so so sad. No one deserves to lose a loved one. Especially not one you've spent your whole life with.

But I guess, like what I said in this post, we learn to pick ourselves up every time we fall. In the same way, we learn to pick up our lives again after someone has left the world. And learn to work around the loneliness.

On to happier thoughts, this man and this lady here, are the most happening senior citizens (to flower up the term a bit) I have ever seen. At that age, they're going dancing and bowling and shopping. Like whoa, kickass grandparents. They keep themselves busy so as not to think about their lost loves (the lady had already lost 2 kids, and she herself was still alive and healthy O.O). I did say that Caucasians were more prone to cheat (I may just be stereotyping here, but it does seem like so), but you know, when they love, they really love. They really grow old together, and remain as loving as when their romance first started out. I mean, how many Asian grandparents do you see still walking around holding hands and whatnot?