Death is inevitable. It is something everybody will go through someday. It is not something which you can avoid. Living eternally is often sought after but of course, that will never happen. You can try to put death away, but sooner or later, it will get you.
I have another death in the family. My paternal grandmother just passed away early this morning. She was hospitalised on Monday and warded in an isolated ward cause she had dry cough and they suspected TB. Since its an airborne virus, she cannot be warded in the normal ward. Nenek was already weak and suffering from depression since the passing of my Dad. And earlier, my aunt was saying that Nenek cannot recognise her daughters. Tell-tale signs perhaps?
Unexpected early morning calls is often dreaded. Bad news is often the cause of these early morning calls. And one such call today came and along with it, bad new.
Mum was saying that all of us have not really recovered from the shock death of Dad and now this. His mother have joined him. Its gonna be deja vu when we go over to Jurong later. And I will most definitely go to the cemetery to send Nenek off today. My heart is not broken, just hurting.
I am not really close to Nenek but she is afterall my father’s mother. If Dad is still around, he would be the one kancheong. Confirm dia heartbroken.
So death… It has come to our family more than once. It is something nobody wish for, but wishing it away is impossible. Tears will surely follow.
You know what would make me cry? Seeing someone buried. I’ve seen it a lot towards the end of this year. Everytime I visit Dad’s grave, there will almost always be some being buried. Watching from a distance is not the same as seeing the body being lowered into the liang lahad and reading of the talkin soon after. Images of that and the thought that my father is the one being lowered in will most definitely bring the tears out.
Al Fatehah to my arwah Nenek Salmah. My memories of her and her voice will forever be etched in my mind.
