Thank you so very much for dropping by and leaving a comment. I read the entry you posted on the 2nd November 2006. It made me cry. I haven’t cried about the loss of my father for a week and a half now, I’ve just been smiling at the thought of him — and I pray everyday so that he is resting peacefully.
I know that death happens, and I have been preparing myself for the loss of anyone close to me, giving myself tiny pep talks. I have always prayed that no one had to die when I was alive, but you know.. Anyway. When my dad passed away, it was such a shock to me. Of course, the death of my dad was a shock in itself, but I was caught off guard. It didn’t feel real. My dad? Not breathing? Not being able to disapprove of the things I do? Not alive?
Now I look at pictures of him back then, looking very healthy — and fat — the first thought that came to my head, was like, “Mana bapa ah?” And then two seconds later, I realized he was not there anymore. He was such a vibrant character, very funny, and he loved to laugh. He doesn’t dwell on his problems, and tried to give everything I had wanted.
Enough about me. This post was supposed to be a thank you note. Haha.
So, I’d like to thank you, for reassuring me that my late brother will be taking care of him too. What most people don’t know is that I have a brother, he died of still birth, two years and two days before I was born.
Also, thank you, for sharing your experience on handling an issue like this. It is such a painful and sad thing to go through, and all we need is someone who’s willing to be there.