posted on Sunday, November 03, 2019 @ 11/03/2019 07:00:00 AM
18 October 2019; The morning of chaos as Adam was overly excited to get into the car to head to school which resulted in him having a fall. Both of his knees bleed, oh the normal abrasion bleed one got when they fall. We head up to clean up his wound and put band-aid before leaving for school and work.
On my way to work, on the highway, mother called and gave out a loud cry that Nyai was no longer around. I was shocked. I could not react to what I've just heard. I called my brother who apparently burst into tears. That's where it hits me and I told hubs to take a U-Turn and fetch Adam from school and head to CGH where she was brought by the ambulance.
That's where we were all gathering our emotion to be strong, holding onto one another. Not until Doc called the aunts/uncles to go inside the grieving room. We, cousins, could no longer hold onto our tears and cried and hug one another. It's still fresh in my mind how peaceful she rested on that bed.
I got the opportunity to be with her, the last few hours, minutes before she was buried. Allahu! It was the moment that we could not describe. To see relatives, families and friends at home, giving us their condolences and prayers and says that Nyai was a good person when she was live.
3 weeks passed now and I could no longer ask mother "Mak Tak call? Mak Kan Hari Hari mesti call tanya Tengah buat apa. Tak datang lepak2 kat Sini?" There'll be no one else to sing Pak Mamat ada Kebun Ee ya ee ya Yoo to my children.
Nyai, we will be praying for you and we hope to see you again. Semoga tenang di sana.
