A Loss
A week ago, on Friday (30/6), my uncle (my dad’s youngest brother) passed away. It was right before the Friday prayers and this marks the second passing of a family member after my atuk (from mom’s side) last Raya Haji.
I can say he was one of my favourite uncle. Used to give us (me and my siblings) a lot of duit raya since we were the eldest nieces and nephew. He was also succesful in his own right. Has 4 amazing children, which I adore. What bugs me is that he was still young, in his mid 40’s. Always full of energy. Was very proud of his children and was a loving husband. This can’t be happening. I can’t believe he’s gone.
I can still remember the phone call from mom right before the Friday prayers, ‘Ira, Busu dah takde’. I was terribly shocked and shaken. Amirul (my darling boy) just looked at me, trying to understand why mommy was crying. He was pretty cranky right before the phone call, but somehow, was quiet and pensive right after. As though he felt the sadness as well. I took him. I hugged him and whispered that Tok Busu dah meninggal. I was at least glad that he had the chance to meet his Tok Busu.
That evening, my sis, bro, hubby and son drove back to Melaka since the jenazah would be buried there. It was a solemn atmosphere. My atuk seemed relaxed probably trying to be strong for all of us. But hanya Allah saja yang tahu. Suddenly, I remembered a phrase I heard not long ago ‘Parents should never bury their children’. Yeah, it’s just not right. But I guess, the Al-Mighty has his own plans for each one of us and we should always be prepared and make the best out of life.
Most of my uncles and aunties (including mom and dad) were still back in KL, at the hospital, making sure that everything goes on smoothly. They would drive back to Melaka later in the evening, just in time for the funeral.
The funeral went well. I didn’t go as I had to take care of Amirul. After the funeral, all of us hung out. Actually, it was kinda nice cause it is not often that all of us get to meet. Most of my cousins are boys and younger but we were all in the same wavelength so we always have things to talk about. Later that night (about 11pm), all of us (the Rahim family) and 7 other cousins went out for dinner. We were all tired but hungry so Abah decided to treat all of us for dinner. Right after, it was bedtime for all of us.
The next day, all of us gathered around and talked for what seemed to be for hours. We still felt the loss and kept everything to a minimal. Later, in the evening, we headed back to KL.
Insya’allah, I know my uncle’s in a better place and the Almighty is watching over his family. It’ll take some time to adapt but I know they’ll be fine.
Life is too short to be wasting it on unnecessary agendas. Love yourself and your family.
