Ed was sitting on his usual comfy sofa. It's black in colour, lined with leather. He always sit here everyday, for the past 6 months or so. It is located in his white room. Just a small room, 4 by 6 metres, painted in pure white except for one wall, facing the east, which is painted black. In this room, 5 shelves are located. Each shelve containing CDs, books, photo albums, papers, prints, and more things.
This room, is his memory.
It has been six months since Ed heard his worst nightmare. It was as if he heard his death sentence. Ed is suffering from cancer, and he only had 6 months more, approximately, to live. It was a cloudy Friday afternoon when Ed heard the news, accompanied by his son and daughter in law. His little grandson was there too, lucky for him, he was still a baby and thus he didn't hear it. Ed would be hurt if his grandson would hear the news.
Ed was a 85 year old man. He was a retired researcher, musician and part-time photographer. He worked in a research laboratory, and had published quite a few research journals. Some of them were so acclaimed, they were sent to international publications for further research. Many of his students called him "Father Ed". He was kind, passionate and bright to his students. Many researchers were really fond of him. Because he's not only good in the field of science, but he was also a musician.
Ed was also the conductor of a symphonic band in his hometown. It was a crazy idea of him to form a symphonic band in his small hometown. It started with 23, and now the band has grown into a 100-member band who is known in the global level. His band was so huge, that it had to be split into two bands - junior and main band. But when Ed was 60, he decided to give his position to his student conductor, who now continues Ed's legacy, bringing the band into greater heights.
His house is filled with photographs. In his room alone, there is a wall which is filled with hundreds of photo frames, neatly arranged. Ed took all of those photos, since he was 18 years old. It was when he owned his first camera. And from there, the passion just grew and some of his works were published in magazines worldwide. He even won several international competitions. But his true passion did not lie on these awards. He just love photography, and he totally didn't expect any of these awards to come to him.
At times, Ed loves cooking with his family. He was a good cook, and everyone loved his food. In the warmth of his house, he would cook with his son and wife. Had dinner together and everyone was enjoying his meal. As he cooked, his house would be filled with the smell of good food. He would whistle when he cook, or even when he was preparing the ingredients. He had been cooking since he was young. He even kept the recipe books his friends gave him when he was still in secondary school.
"So what should we listen to today?" Ed asked himself, cupping his chin.
Ed stood up from his sofa and took a piece of tissue from the tissue box on the table beside him. He then walked slowly towards the third shelve in his white room and took a music CD from the second compartment from the top. The music CD reads "Jonsi - Go". He used the tissue paper and wiped the CD paper cover repeatedly. He crushed the tissue paper on his hand, and with skills, he tried to throw it into a dustbin a few metres away from him, on the corner of the room, and it went in. Ed grinned shyly.
He walked towards a table in the room, where a stylish and modern music player was placed. White in colour, with a stylish and contemporary design, it was a gift from his son for his 80th birthday. His son knows how much his dad loves music, and how much his dad loves listening to good music. Ed switched on the player and placed the CD into the player. And the music started playing.
Go sing too loud, make your voice break, sing it out!
Go scream do shout, make an earthquake....
You wish fire, would die and turn colder
You wish your love, could see you grow older...
We should always, know that we can do anything
The song is Go Do by Jonsi. His favourite song since he discovered it 67 years ago when he was 18. He remembered how he treated this song as "instant endorphins", where he could just feel happy listening to this song whenever he's sad. The room was then filled with drum beats and the melancholic voice of Jonsi. Ed put his hands up, pointed his finger and started dancing along to the beat.
To Ed, this was his happiest moment everyday.
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