I cried on the drive home from work last night after receiving news from my Mum that my babysitter's husband passed away. It didn't strike me at first because he looked healthy the last time I saw him during the last Hari Raya Puasa. He was jovial and lively. He could even afford to share jokes at the expense of his wife.
I will always remember him as the first man/dad to sign my report book.
My only regret was not visiting him often. The couple whom i affectionately call Mama and Bapak.
I was in no man's land when I went over their house last night and this morning. Everyone was asking who this boy is.."Oh, ni anak Kak Sal lelaki yang bongsu.." jokingly their youngest daughter replied. The thought of being called their youngest son made me ashamed for all the years that I disappeared. Things like "Oh, I'm busy with work, I'm busy with my own family" would not suffice as an acceptable excuse. I tried to hold back my tears feeling that I'm not entitled to mourn equally with those around him.. their sons, daughters and grandchildren.
In the hole, as I was lowering his feet into his final resting place..I thought to myself, when my turn will come. Will my family be ready for it when the time comes? I thought hard about all the questions pertaining about death, its after effects and repercussions. It made me think.
Before I left for home, Mama Sal asked me come over whenever I'm free. To come while there's still time.
I felt guilty having to hear those words from her. I hid my emotions by comforting her and saying God willing I will drop by whenever I can.
On the drive home, I thought again. I've been through a few deaths in my family.
Somehow this particular one made me realized that I had to make time. It made me think about all the people I cared about. The people who mattered. The people who are still alive.
Both friends and family.
Death will be my reflection for 2009. And life will go on as we know it.
Bapak Samuri, Rest In Peace.
AL-FATIHAH, semoga Allah mencucuri rahmat ke atas rohmu
Amin Ya Raabal Alamin














