I was awakened by a phone call at 3.16am early Sunday morning. No one would call you in the wee hours of the morning unless there is an important message to deliver, and as suspected, it was not good news. My uncle, Pak Uda, Apak's second brother, had passed away. And I was asked by my cousin who was too distraught to call Apak & everyone else in the family to break the news.
With a heavy heart, I called Apak & my other uncles to inform them that they have lost a brother.
When Pak Uda arrived at his home for the last time, it was heart-wrenching to see Mak Uda crying for a lost life partner. Sha, Sue, Shukri, Bob & Dina are now without a father & there is nothing you could say to comfort them. But the worst was to see tears flowing from grown men. Watching Apak, Pak Andak, Pak Itam, Pakcik & Busu mourning for their brother yesterday was just too painful.
It was a sad day for the family. But it was also a day which brought all of us together in the true meaning of family, with unreserved & outpouring show of love. And it was also a day of reflection for my sisters & I. The thought of losing our own parents one day is just too unbearable. I hugged Mak & Apak a little bit tighter yesterday when it was time to go home.
Pak Uda, I will always remember you as the person who gave me my name. I never said thank you for that & I just wish I did. Thank you, Pak Uda.
Semoga Allah menempatkan roh Pak Uda di kalangan roh orang-orang yang beriman.