Eyes kept twitching today. Idly thought of the old wives tale of it being a sign that one is going to cry. Just as quickly dismissed it as the stress because of THE case, and my basic lack of sleep.

It had made me so exhausted and drained. But kept getting derailed when I wanted to go off. Finally made it only after when the bus would have passed. Settled down to read my book at the busstop. Almost missed flagging the bus trying to balance closing my book and trying to answer the ringing phone. Gave up on the phone. Figured it was Mummy checking if I'd be home for dinner since Dad wasn't around. On the bus, somehow got the felling I shld return the call asap. Mum answered sobbing. Immediately thot something was wrong with Gran. Or Dad?

Then she told me WW had passed away. What? Who again? But... How? WW may be among the elders of dad's siblings, but he was also the fittest with least health probs. I just saw him perfectly fine a couple of weeks ago, for goodness sake.

Hung up on Mum promising that I'm on my way back. Of course cabs were changing shifts. Of course none were going central. Ended up taking the bus after all. Still numb with shock. Started having chest pains myself. Tried to regulate my breathing trying to ease it. Ended up tearing.

Dad came back just around maghrib with news that a post-mortem had to be done due to the suddenness and since WW apparently had no recent enough medical records to help shed some light. Went to his home. WB was surprisingly calm. Until more people started coming and all wanted to know what happened. I guess it's a natural question. But it's also a cruel one, I felt, cause that's what caused her to break down. I can't begin to imagine how heartbreaking it is to lose the love of your life, what else with no warning whatsoever.