Bak Dah Meninggal

My grandfather, fondly know as Bak, has passed away last Friday at 9.30 am. Mummy at that time was prepped for her surgery to 'install' fistulae onto her arm to enable her to undergo her hemodialysis treatment. I was still at home, crunching some works on my PC when I received the news from my sister.

The first thing I asked my sister when I got the news, "Mummy tau tak pasal ni?" And she said, "No".

Along, me and my sister reached Kuala Krai by 5 pm that day itself. We stopped at Gua Musang for a short break and continued the journey all the way to the kampung. My parents and Angah followed suit later.

Papa informed us that mummy had to postpone her surgery due to her high blood pressure. Doctor didn't want to take the risk by having the surgery on that day. Worst still, the blood pressure was still high when the nurse checked for the second time. I wonder how her blood pressure would shoot up if she knew that her father has passed away just when she was thinking to visit him last week.

The rest is pretty much a history to be remember. One week fulls of drama. One week fulls of emotion.

I almost shed a tear remembering about my Bak. He was the only grandfather I have in my life since I have never met my grandfather from my father's side. I will always remember him for his generosity, his stubbornnes, his political jokes and his stand against America.