On June 24th, 2012 at around 5pm, my mum
called me with a choking voice telling that granddad has passed away. So I
drove back from Penang to KL - alone, speeding at a consistency of
140 km per hour by a 1.3 car. Panicked and daze. I manage to text my best
friend - "my granddad just pass away, I’m on my way back to KL, don't call
me or i might cry a river all the way to KL". She understands and she
replied just to take care of myself. Text my boss saying that i needs to take
EL, explaining the reason to him. He too didn't call but his message
successfully makes me cry even harder.
***
Day 4, I’m back in Penang, living as usual
as if nothing has changed. I don’t talk about my granddad to anyone, no one in
Penang knew except my bff and my boss. None of my housemates know why I’ve been
missing for a couple of days back then. When they ask – I just said “balik
kampung”. I just could not say it. I’m in denial. The fact hasn’t slip through
me yet but on some other unfortunate nights, I dreamt about him and I woke up
holding back tears and mending the pain of missing him.
But the denial stage has pass I guess, and
here I am trying to accept the bitter truth that my granddad has gone (T_T). I was
home in KL on 2nd Ramadhan. I give my salam as usual and enter the
house. Back then, my granddad will always come out when I’m home and said “laaa…kakak
ko?” while trying hard to focus his blurry eyes on me. I will go up to him and
take his wrinkled fragile hand to salam and kiss his hand. We will then sit
back and he will begin telling me stories and asking me questions, advice me to
drive carefully (T_T). Owh god! He wasn’t there the last time I’m home. He wasn’t
there! I go to his room, trying to find the trace of him, his scent but he wasn’t
there. The fact has snapped into me.
***
“Dear
atok, I never said how much I love you till it was too late, it really is too
late. You’re not here with me anymore. I never got the chance to repay you for
what you’ve been doing all these years. I never got the chance to say thank you
for sending me to school, for fetching me home, cooked for me, love me (T_T) I couldn’t
go on… thank you atok. And I’m sorry. I wasn’t there the last time you breathe.
I didn’t get to see you. I didn’t get the chance to say my last goodbye and
kiss you. Dear atok…I love you as much as I love uwan. May you rest in peace. My
doa’ is with you”.
Al-Fatihah to the one who raise me up with
love and affection - in loving memory atok & uwan.

Al-Fatihah
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al fatihah
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