Fallen star

I really want to blog about my recent overseas trip with mum but more than that, right now I want to pay tribute to the only person I respect from my ugly Malay side. Of all the seemingly religious hypocrites my parents and I despised, he was the only other one like my dad. He was the only one my parents acknowledged. His smile was so kind, his heart even more. For me, I've always remembered him for his voice.  He was always the one to lead the family prayers, the last being my dad's. I can never forget the way his voice turned shaky before breaking into sobs in between reciting my dad's full name. Almost the same time last year, he'd lost his wife while gaining a great-granddaughter. I could only imagine the turmoil his heart was in. Even though my mum had completely cut herself off from the Malay side, he together with my cousin were such great people that my mum had to pay them a visit. My mum prepared pampers for the baby and for obek Sudi, my dad's songkok and a small sum for himself. He was so touched he held my mum's hands and didn't let go for awhile, clutching everything with a tearful "Terima kasih, Nurleen." 1 year later, you're gone.

I thought after the loss of my dad, there was no other I'd cry for but it's clear that I've proven myself wrong. My mum was shocked to see me cry. I too surprised myself with how affected I am. If it's possible to die from loneliness, I know that'd be one reason for your death. Thank you for crying for my dad, but I really didn't want to cry for you this soon. I know they all say you're happier now, in a better place reunited with your wife and my dad. And ya, I know they're right. 

Friday the 13th, a sad day on earth while Heaven has gained another angel.

I will always remember you.