Hello everyone. Sorry for not blogging as much I did before. A bit busier now.
Well, this year had been such a rush. In a blink of an eye, everything's changed so much.
My niece is almost 7 months old. Nephew is 3 years and 3 months old.
Everyone's divided. Very, very divided. Brother's in Kuantan working with a US company(He quitted from Petronas).
This is the month of March. Lots of Birthdays. And also Tahlils.
My aunt, also known as Mak Ngah, passed away at 10:15PM on Sunday.
She's the first sibling of my mother to have passed away. Al-Fatihah.
My grandma, also known as Mek, passed away 9 years ago on the 18th of March.
5 days later than my Aunt. But, still. it was very near.
On the day of my late Aunt's Funeral, In Islam, we bathe the Jenazah and pray for the Jenazah.
I saw a quarter of the process. I saw them clean and wrap my late Aunt's Jenazah with Kain Kapan.
And after all that, we all kissed her before they wrap them fully.
The smell of the oil they put on her forehead was smothered all over my nose and lips after I kissed her.
To be honest, I was scared by that smell. It could give me nightmares. And it did.
But, it was a small thing to me. She's my Mak Ngah, I'd kiss her even if she stinks.
I didn't cry as much as I would. Because first, it was the Brain Fog I'm having since October last year.
And also, because I got to see her before she passed away that night.
I got to see her in the afternoon along with my niece Sophia. My other sister's and brother didn't see her. Even my cousins.
I felt okay. Because at least i get to see her before she went away.
I brought flowers arranged by me and my sister, Mimie. It was the only flower my Late Mak Ngah had in the Hospital.
It was perfect in all it's imperfection. Although it was ugly. It was beautiful.
I don't know how my Pak Ngah will cope with the loss of his wife. His only wife.
Mother said he was restless. He was. He kissed and read the Yassin to his wife's Jenazah more than a few times.
He also read the Al-Quran many times.
It was dearly. Sad. He lost his one and only love.
Althought he was quite selfish when his wife was alive, but, it doesn't mean he didn't love her.
And my late aunt's Jenazah was soft.
Some say, if it's soft, someone's gonna follow her next.
I'm afraid. Pak Ngah seemed lost and tired. He doesn't seem right.
It's not rare, you know. Oh I hate to even think about this.
I'm gonna miss her.
Al-Fatihah to you and Mek. I love you both as much as I love my mom and everyone in this world.
XOXO, Tyty Kamaruddin.