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Tuesday, March 11, 2008


It's been 41 days since my last posting.

It's probably been the longest 41 days in my life.

For those not in the know, my beloved father passed away peacefully on the 23rd of February 2008 at around 7.05pm. He passed away with everyone in the family by his side at Ward 7B Hospital Tuanku Jaafar, Seremban.

No words could describe the feeling of his loss in my life.
No amount of words could list out the great times we shared together.
No one will ever, ever be able to replace him.

With his passing away, his battle against cancer ended too. Such a horrible disease. I pray you and I will never have to deal with this disease ever in our lives. But if you do, never ever turn your back against it.

Being the only son in the family (I have an elder sister), the responsibility laid upon me to take care of the family, which I will in memory and wishes of my late father. I met a lot of his close friends who came and visited us in the days that followed. And from their stories, I learned a lot about my father. He's the type of man who lets his work speak for himself, a trait I myself find hard to follow. And in these stories, I discovered many things that made me proud to be his son. Which adds more to my love and respect I have for him.

My father is gone and will never come back. The only things left are his memories, which I will truly cherish forever. My late father was the type of man who hates to 'menyusahkan orang'. Even in his final hours, he would apologise to the patient beside us because he was moaning due to the sheer pain. And went he passed away on a Saturday night, I thought that Papa would have wanted it this way. The weekend allowed a lot of people to come and visit. And from the amount of people that came, I was truly humbled by their presence in taking time to recite the Al Quran and Yassin to him one last time.

To friends who visited, texted, called and silently recited a prayer for him, I would like to thank you from the bottom of my heart. I would also like to apologise if I wasn't able to reply the SMSes and calls due to the situation at the time. Your visits and prayers truly helped me and everyone in the family go through these difficult times. Thank you once again.

Life goes on but the emptiness will always be there.
Al Fatihah.

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