I didn't know how to react when I read this news - "Brittany Murphy's husband died of cardiac arrest".
Simon Monjack & Brittany Murphy
It was only 5 months ago when Brittany Murphy had left us after going into cardiac arrest on December 20, 2009 at the Los Angeles home she shared with her husband and mother. It was later stated that the primary cause of her death was pneumonia while secondary causes includes iron-deficiency anemia and multiple drugs intoxication. She was only 32 years old when she died.
Her husband, Simon Monjack, a British screenwriter, was devastated when she died, stating that she was his best friend and soul mate. He looked torn on the day of the funeral and was inconsolable after her death.
And now, I read the news that he is also dead at the same house she died in Hollywood Hills and his death is still under investigation.
I'm like, WHOA!
Do you believe in true love? Can a death of the person you love most consume you so badly that you slowly deteriorate and eventually die too? I was thinking, can I ever handle it if someone I love most leave before me? The answer is simple - no. I know I would die too. Die of heartbreak. At this point and the heavy things weighing on my heart, I'm not too far off already.
Yet people always talk about love that stands the test of time and even the universe. Will you really meet the one you love in the after-life again? Will you love that person the same way you did in this world, or would it be an undescribable unconditional type of love that nothing and no one can stand in between? Does that type of love exist anyway?
There was a couple, an old couple, in my family's village who had been married for nearly 60 years. They marry when they were young, arranged by their parents, way before Malaysia even had its name (it was still Tanah Melayu back then). I guess the patience they had for each other, the respect and the faith is what made their marriage rock-hard. They were always happy. In the husband's eyes, in his short-sighted slightly cataract 72-year old eyes, it always smile and lit up whenever his wife is nearby. And in the wife's wrinkly arthritic hands, they always found his hands to hold or his arm to touch. When she died, he seemed so lost. His children, grandchildren and even great-granchildren could not make his eyes lit up the way his late wife did. And a month later, (we said his wife's grave was still "merah"), he passed away too. Quietly in his sleep, just the way his wife did. It was a love story I envy. I really did.
News of death is always a sad thing. Whatever the cause of the death, I hope both Brittany Murphy and Simon Monjack hadn't been in much pain. I hope the love they had for each other are the storybook-love type that will be remembered for a long long time.
