The phone ringing in the early hours in the morning always mean one thing. Something bad happens.
Was listless early Saturday morning. It's 4 a.m and I couldn't sleep so I went to the loo. Bumped into Mum and she grabbed my hand and said,
"Na, Tukul udah parai tadi pukul 2 lebih. Accident"
(Na, Tukul has passed away just now at 2 a.m. Accident)
I asked Mum to repeat. Once. Twice. Until somehow the information registered in my brain.
I went inside the loo. Locked myself in. Went into my room. Went outside. Went inside the loo again. Finally the dam broke. I wept.And wept. and wept. I was shaken to the core.
Then, realization dawned.
I have lost my cousin who's like
a brother to me.
I have lost someone who, in his life, never once raised his voice in anger towards any of his cousins.
He was just 32 years old.
My aunt and uncle has just lost another son.
My cousin-in-law has just lost her husband.
My 2 little nieces has just lost their father.
My yet unborn niece will never meet or know his/her wonderful father.
Went to Sri Aman after my aunties & uncles arrived from Kapit. My emotions were numb. Only when I reached their house and I saw him, then was I able to accept the fact that Ukul is really gone. All the family members wailed in grief.
The saddest thing was when his wife was unable to touch him as she is 5-months pregnant with their third child.
It was heartbreaking to watch and hear his 4 years old daughter, Icha, standing beside the coffin and saying
"Aba ku udah mati. Ia accident ngelantak kayu. Aku ka ngau Aba tapi Aba nggai mai aku."
(My Dad is dead. He died when he crashed into a tree. I had wanted to go with him but he didn't want me along)
It was equally hard to see little Santih walking to the coffin and saying "Aba. Sayang" asking her Dad for the kisses.
The fact that a lot of people came from different parts of the state bear witness of how wonderful he was towards others. He was kind and helpful. I went to the Catholic Cemetery for the burial. He was buried just two rows away from his younger brother, Jersy@Badul, who died in an accident in 1999. They were born less than a year apart. They died less than 10 years apart.
Tukul,
We love you.
We believe that somehow you are at peace and that you will always watch over Ika, Icha and Santih.
We will miss you. Every day. Every family gathering will never be the same without you.
Rest in peace with dear Jersy@Badul. You were inseparable in life and also in the afterlife.
Dear friends,
please say a prayer for my cousin and his family.
Was listless early Saturday morning. It's 4 a.m and I couldn't sleep so I went to the loo. Bumped into Mum and she grabbed my hand and said,
"Na, Tukul udah parai tadi pukul 2 lebih. Accident"
(Na, Tukul has passed away just now at 2 a.m. Accident)
I asked Mum to repeat. Once. Twice. Until somehow the information registered in my brain.
I went inside the loo. Locked myself in. Went into my room. Went outside. Went inside the loo again. Finally the dam broke. I wept.And wept. and wept. I was shaken to the core.
Then, realization dawned.
I have lost my cousin who's like
a brother to me.
I have lost someone who, in his life, never once raised his voice in anger towards any of his cousins.
He was just 32 years old.
My aunt and uncle has just lost another son.
My cousin-in-law has just lost her husband.
My 2 little nieces has just lost their father.
My yet unborn niece will never meet or know his/her wonderful father.
Went to Sri Aman after my aunties & uncles arrived from Kapit. My emotions were numb. Only when I reached their house and I saw him, then was I able to accept the fact that Ukul is really gone. All the family members wailed in grief.
The saddest thing was when his wife was unable to touch him as she is 5-months pregnant with their third child.
It was heartbreaking to watch and hear his 4 years old daughter, Icha, standing beside the coffin and saying
"Aba ku udah mati. Ia accident ngelantak kayu. Aku ka ngau Aba tapi Aba nggai mai aku."
(My Dad is dead. He died when he crashed into a tree. I had wanted to go with him but he didn't want me along)
It was equally hard to see little Santih walking to the coffin and saying "Aba. Sayang" asking her Dad for the kisses.
The fact that a lot of people came from different parts of the state bear witness of how wonderful he was towards others. He was kind and helpful. I went to the Catholic Cemetery for the burial. He was buried just two rows away from his younger brother, Jersy@Badul, who died in an accident in 1999. They were born less than a year apart. They died less than 10 years apart.
Tukul,
We love you.
We believe that somehow you are at peace and that you will always watch over Ika, Icha and Santih.
We will miss you. Every day. Every family gathering will never be the same without you.
Rest in peace with dear Jersy@Badul. You were inseparable in life and also in the afterlife.
Dear friends,
please say a prayer for my cousin and his family.
9 comments:
Takziah ngagai kita sebilik... Kasih ku ngenang bini enggau bala anak ia... bakani tau accident?
ia pulai udah nganjung kawan ia ke menyewa rumah ti baru dibeli ia. bisi org ngumbai ia mabuk masa nya.
ooo... emm...
Kasihan ngagai family iya..Arap ke sida iya bersabar.
Hi Chris,
My deepest condolence to u and ur family :( the same fate happened to my cousins' family a few years back. First, they lost their mom who died from boat accident while on nursing duty in rural area. Then they lost their little brother in a car accident shortly after that. We were awfully sad that time, but we believe that God loves them both more than we all do.
I hope the wife is a working mom, otherwise it'll be difficult for her to raise her kids. Anyway, hope u guys are fine now.
Sorry, that message is from me.
-Carneyz-
Jun,
thanks for sharing. The wife is full-time stay at home mum. That's why it's even sadder. But, we will help each other. That's is what families are for. rite?
eh, carneyz...
deepest condolences! sad to know that he had left behind so young kids.
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