Things got rough 3 months ago when my grandma fell down and broke her hip. Before undergoing the operation, the doctor said she might not make it as she'll old but Alhamdulillah, she made it. However, after the operation she wasnt the wan i knew. She became so weak and so dependent. Even with physio, she couldnt and wouldnt even make the effort to start walking again. Often when i visit her, I only get to see her for a few hours before she asks to sleep as she is often very tired. I knew something was wrong but i kept praying that Allah can give her strength. Unfortunately, she lost her battle on Thursday, 25th of August.
I was devastated at first but when i saw her body and how peaceful she was, thats when it hit me that she is in a much better place than all of us. She passed away in her sleep and in the month of Ramadhan. According to my islamic beliefs, thats a way that everyone wishes to die. Im glad the last time I saw her, i managed to cheer her up by buying her Taiwan House noodles oh and mama and i even played the piano for her. At least the last time i saw her she was smiling.
Wan will always be remembered. Everyone who knew her during her younger days tell me that she was very kind. She was always nice to the people around her. I will keep telling my children stories about her. How she and my late grandpa used to be Selangor's Ballroom Dancers champion. How she loved the sound of the piano. How she thought be to be kind and always respect the elders. I will always love you wan. Always.
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