Life is unpredictable. Here today - gone tomorrow. Yet how oft times, we take it for granted that there'll always be a tomorrow for us. Today I visited a wheelchair homebound parishioner. Coming out at the lift-landing on her floor, our group saw that she had gone visiting a friend at the other end of the corridor. She was excited to see us. Wheeling herself as fast as she could, and hurriedly opening her gate, she beckoned us in with open arms. Speaking to her, we informed that another of our parishioner who lived a few floors above her had passed on about a fortnight ago. She felt sad as she only knew that someone had died but didn't think that it was someone she knew. She started to tear, saying when one is old and living alone with barely anyone of her family bothering to visit her, even if she fell down, no one would know. And that did happen sometime ago. Luckily her door was opened and after three days upon opening her eyes, found herself in hospital. A neighbour had seen her on the floor and getting no response decided to call for help! Now, I wonder if living in homes built for the elderly is a good idea or otherwise... hmmm.... Yes, you may have the devices built to cater to their needs but where is the laughter of youngsters, who at this time in the lives of these elderlies, would be a welcoming sight and sound in this neighbourhood.