For me Monday morning is always helter-skelter. It's still hard you know, even after doing the same routine for 2 years, Monday will always be Mayday Monday.
But today, as I was ironing my tudung at the speed of lightning, I overheard my mom (who was at the time, talking on the phone with her sister) quietly said, "Oh btw, Ogy passed away last Saturday."
She spoke of her name so softly, so gently, as if it could break into thousand of pieces.
My heart stopped for a split second. I wasn't home that weekend. I didn't know. Nobody told me.
During that split second, my mind automatically went on overdrive. Thousands of what-ifs. With each and every what-ifs, my heart felt a greater numb.
I have always refused to think about it but alas, I know deep inside, it's unavoidable.
One day it will happen to each and every one of us. And when the time comes, pray to god, we will be strong enough to go through it.
Auntie Ogy was my mom's bestfriend from TKC.
But today, as I was ironing my tudung at the speed of lightning, I overheard my mom (who was at the time, talking on the phone with her sister) quietly said, "Oh btw, Ogy passed away last Saturday."
She spoke of her name so softly, so gently, as if it could break into thousand of pieces.
My heart stopped for a split second. I wasn't home that weekend. I didn't know. Nobody told me.
During that split second, my mind automatically went on overdrive. Thousands of what-ifs. With each and every what-ifs, my heart felt a greater numb.
I have always refused to think about it but alas, I know deep inside, it's unavoidable.
One day it will happen to each and every one of us. And when the time comes, pray to god, we will be strong enough to go through it.
Auntie Ogy was my mom's bestfriend from TKC.
1 comment:
takziah. one scary moment when it hits us nnt kan?
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