but, i think this is a thought worth writing abt since i feel that it is important that i share it with others. this post is dedicated to two important man in my life. my maternal grandfather and my big brother.
My atok, Hj Borhanudin Simin, passed away peacefully last Monday. I received a call from Kak Millie while I was in the bus, on my way to campus. I cannot describe how i felt. maybe its because i met him the same day i was leaving for nottingham. there he was, on the bed. he was in pain, i could tell that from his facial expression, from the way he constantly frowned and i remember him asking for cigarettes. instead of going to the shop and getting a pack for him, i just laughed.
I remember when i was little, atok will always bring me around the kampung on his bike and that was the best part abt balik kampung. he will always teach me weird minang words like aqua and santiang and tell me stories abt his days serving in the army. his hobby? finding weird traditional remedies for the pain on his knee and ankle which always bothers him.
and the best thing abt atok is that he never refers to me as his cucu with big bushy curly hair. everyone else addresses me as 'anak timah yang rambut kerinting' but atok calls me 'anak timah yang bongsu' :D and that is what i love most abt him.
i guess i have not shed a tear since hearing the news because i'm glad i made an effort to meet him right before i left. after that epiphany hit me, i decided to go to cardiff this weekend and attend abang jat's open house. u never know when is the last time you meet a family member. i'm not praying for abang to fall ill or anything. but i dont know when death will invite me as well. i wish to leave this world with no regrets.
rest in peace my dearest atok~
to all my muslim friends, please spare a min and say a prayer for him. *Al-fatihah*
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