LIFE is so FRAGILE.

This morning, woke up kinda early to buy breakfast for mummy. everything was ok until i reached the ground floor. was shocked to see the police tape jus outside the lift to the staircase leading down to the shops. a policeman was standing there along with xiao pang's oldest bro sitting at another staircase leading up the second storey. the policeman asked me to go down by another lift at the other end of the block. i was not allowed to go down by that stairs. at that moment, i was stunned, not knowing wat was actually going on. thn i saw, jus beside my feet, there was a white sheet, material was kinda plastic. not knowing what was going on, i followed the instructions of the policeman obediently. after entering into the same lift, and looking again at xiao pang's oldest bro, i realised, under the white sheet beside my feet at the area outside the lift, was someone, dead.
i went back, with my legs feeling so jelly-like and told my mother what was happening though was still confused. i noe its someone we both noe cos xiao pang's oldest bro was there. xiao pang and family is our neighbour. close neighbour.
so we went down by another staircase and saw the fat auntie, another close neighbour directly opposite my hse. finally understand tat the one who died was the uncle of xiao pang and family. he had a hole in his heart all along thn didnt go for any operation. he died cos his heart died on him. he had been feeling this tired and sick since a few days ago. this morning, he wanted to go down to the coffeeshop to have his breakfast despite his family urge not to go down since he was not feeling well. but he insisted on going himself. after awhile, other family members went down for their breakfast too and saw him sitting on the stairs, catching his breathe. they asked if he was ok and need their help to get down the stairs, he said no. asked if he wanted to see a doc, he said no. this reminds me...
a few days ago, i was going home at night, the lift was on the 8th floor. the funny thing is, only people in my storey uses the lift. everytime the lift will be either on the 1st and 8th floor only. cos we always frequent the lifts. so the lift was on the 8th floor so meaning one of my neighbour jus went home. thn upon reaching 8th floor, and was bout to walk up the stairs to my hse, i saw that uncle standing halfway thru the stairs, we aren't close, jus hi and bye neighbour. i didnt bother much seeing him there cos i tot he was jus searching for his keys to go home. today thn i found out, he was restless and didnt not had that energy to go up the stairs i guess and i didnt offer any form of help.
another day, i saw him at the coffeeshop, still able to order and eat his food.
now, he's gone, jus like tat.
what's life?