Methink 'tis truly the season to feel weepy....(sigh)
Abang Khai, a rather weird title for my uncle, has left for Mecca a few weeks ago. What touched me so much was not that he was going to help his almost blind friend, or that he had recovered from a serious vomitting of blood from liver complication just before that, or that I didn't even go to visit him for Eid or on his hospital bed, but because the day before he left, he articulated heart wrenching words to his wife, witnessed by his in-laws, that is to be prepared to be a single mother should he...
I couldn't help but cry to see him walking out of his house for the airport, while his wife stood quietly ( I could imagine the pain) to the sound of Azan being rendered by my brother in law. People must have thought I was crazy to cry, while his wife stood in quiet dignity -- after all I had asked for his forgiveness for all those visits that I didn't make.
Aah, guilt..
I prayed that he will come back alive and kicking and healthy. Abang Khai never failed to make people feel good about themselves, to laugh and be happy when he's around. He's always like a bouncing ball of happiness, and I hope god will return the favor to him and his family.
Meanwhile to all of us, please, please, tell your loved ones that you love them, else when the time come you will be weeping when singing the redemption song.
