In just 14 days...
Tam has just left us two weeks ago. I was not ready for another loss. Not just 14 days after she's gone. But Allah has better plan for us. We need to be strong. Coz nenek also leaving us....
Last week, I attended a kenduri arwah for Tam to commemorate her 7th day leaving us. I was quite shocked to know that nenek was hospitalized the nite before. She was in Muar, staying with Mak Lang. But somehow, the kenduri still went on. Nenek insisted on the kenduri. She was in fine spirit when my family and I visited her. I cud still hear her voice. She wanted me to be near her that day (She had cataract, so she cud not see, but she cud still feel my presence). I cud never imagine it wud be our last meeting. If only I knew....
My sis took care of her the next day since she did not work that day while I was off to KL. My sis later called me, saying that nenek wanted to go home in Melaka. But there's nothing we cud do since the doctor wudn't release her. She had not stabilised yet. My uncle promised to bring her home once her condition is OK.
Then, on Thursday, my dad called me. Nenek is dying at the hospital...
I rushed home, driving from KL to Melaka. When I reached home, my dad told me that nenek has just passed away. I was kinda dumdfounded. This cud not be happening just 14 days after Tam's gone...
She was buried at Muar. She never return home. Her house now is empty. With her and Tam gone, the house where I used to play during my childhood will never be the same again. From what I heard, nenek's house will only be a monthly home (a family per month, but I dun think they will stay for more than a week) for my uncles. I cried hard when I entered the house this morning. I cud still hear Tam and nenek talking, laughing, eating here. This is the place I called home during my chilhood coz I didn't want to sleep with my other siblings. This is the place where I hid when my dad scold me...
Nenek and Tam, you both helped to shape me to what I am today. I will be forever thankful to you both. Al-Fatihah....
Last week, I attended a kenduri arwah for Tam to commemorate her 7th day leaving us. I was quite shocked to know that nenek was hospitalized the nite before. She was in Muar, staying with Mak Lang. But somehow, the kenduri still went on. Nenek insisted on the kenduri. She was in fine spirit when my family and I visited her. I cud still hear her voice. She wanted me to be near her that day (She had cataract, so she cud not see, but she cud still feel my presence). I cud never imagine it wud be our last meeting. If only I knew....
My sis took care of her the next day since she did not work that day while I was off to KL. My sis later called me, saying that nenek wanted to go home in Melaka. But there's nothing we cud do since the doctor wudn't release her. She had not stabilised yet. My uncle promised to bring her home once her condition is OK.
Then, on Thursday, my dad called me. Nenek is dying at the hospital...
I rushed home, driving from KL to Melaka. When I reached home, my dad told me that nenek has just passed away. I was kinda dumdfounded. This cud not be happening just 14 days after Tam's gone...
She was buried at Muar. She never return home. Her house now is empty. With her and Tam gone, the house where I used to play during my childhood will never be the same again. From what I heard, nenek's house will only be a monthly home (a family per month, but I dun think they will stay for more than a week) for my uncles. I cried hard when I entered the house this morning. I cud still hear Tam and nenek talking, laughing, eating here. This is the place I called home during my chilhood coz I didn't want to sleep with my other siblings. This is the place where I hid when my dad scold me...
Nenek and Tam, you both helped to shape me to what I am today. I will be forever thankful to you both. Al-Fatihah....
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