Today, I was reminded by a bro early this morning, is the 25th anniversary of bapak's passing away.
Not that there is anything to celebrate to be honest, but I would take this opportunity to do some reflection on ourselves.
In general, I am pleased with ourselves; on what we had achieved - if only in education and nothing else, since that day in August 1984 when our world nearly came crumbling down. But we persevered with Mak becoming our anchor point.
I do hope that will be the case in the future. Honestly, we need to seriously reflect in our inner-selves and do soul searching for the future. Especially me.
Last night 25 years ago, he would not pay RM3 for his cab to take him from Taiping station to his home in Sri Kota, say 5km away. Or more likely that he could not afford to pay his cab, and hence would rather walk.
Today at noon, 25 years ago, he was struggling with his life at Taiping Hospital, while his student son thousand of miles away was watching the marathon an Australian favourite Rob de Castella was supposed to win (but lost). Today 25 years ago, he left us all without saying good bye and to make it worse for me, I last saw him in February 84 during the summer holiday.
Tonight 25 years ago, I got a call I dreaded the most from his bro Pak Lang in Sydney. A call you would not want to re-live.
Tomorrow 25 years ago, I got on that plane that took me back to KL (and eventually Taiping), practically sponsored by fellow student friends at Monash, but by then obviously it was too late even to pay my last respect.
Yang ada menyambut kedatangan ini hanyalah dua nisan kayu - kaku dan tanpa suara.
Today, all I could do was reminisce and talk about it, and nothing else. Pathetic me.
Alfatihah for bapak.
The last of his daughter, who was 8 month old when he passed away, will now get engaged in a small ceremony this Sunday at Hussein Onn. Congratulations to Aishah. As a big brother, I wish you well.