28 August 2009, i was invited to the father’s company dinner ceremony as invited by e Father, after going to a Magic Show at RP with the family the previous week.
From then on, i have been rather close with the family, as Anton brought me close to them each time, while i try to make myself close too. I love to bond.
Its been more than 3 months since i know the father, a day before the family goes to India for religious traveling, the father collapsed the afternoon before, and that second marks the start of his life misery - his illness starts torturing his life till his death. Sunday, 28-11-2009.
3 weeks ago, i made time to stay over to take care of the father, and spend my time with him. The intention was to spend time with the gravely ill father. I soon love to take care of him, as he has resembles to my late grandfather, both bald, and teeth-like dentures are e same.
Anton has brought me so close to him.... that whenever i see him lying in the coffin each day since Monday... i would thought of those times i used to massage and cupped-hand smack all over his body while he silently bears in pain as cancer cells attacks his muscles in the body. It might be like, cramps, times 10, and all over your body.
Sometimes i would tear, esp, when i clean the parents room, as i mop under the bed, i would thought of his dad used to lie on the bed, asleep... or flipping all over to find comfort, to drain himself to sleep to forget the pain in the body.
I saw how strong Anton and his sister was, as Anton do not shed a single tear when his father's body arrived at the funeral ... in a Coffin. His father.in a coffin. it that was me, i was wondering later, i would have cried till i choked. i have never been to my father's funeral.
Till this moment, i still will always remember Uncle, whom Anton and I will refer him as, Dad. Hows dad? Has dad eaten? How was dad today?, i would ask.
Anton would reply, Dad is a good boy today. He ate some food. Or.. Nope, dad has fits in the morning, or... dad couldnt sleep the whole night.
and... Dad's naughty boy today, dont want to eat...
From then on, i have been rather close with the family, as Anton brought me close to them each time, while i try to make myself close too. I love to bond.
Its been more than 3 months since i know the father, a day before the family goes to India for religious traveling, the father collapsed the afternoon before, and that second marks the start of his life misery - his illness starts torturing his life till his death. Sunday, 28-11-2009.
3 weeks ago, i made time to stay over to take care of the father, and spend my time with him. The intention was to spend time with the gravely ill father. I soon love to take care of him, as he has resembles to my late grandfather, both bald, and teeth-like dentures are e same.
Anton has brought me so close to him.... that whenever i see him lying in the coffin each day since Monday... i would thought of those times i used to massage and cupped-hand smack all over his body while he silently bears in pain as cancer cells attacks his muscles in the body. It might be like, cramps, times 10, and all over your body.
Sometimes i would tear, esp, when i clean the parents room, as i mop under the bed, i would thought of his dad used to lie on the bed, asleep... or flipping all over to find comfort, to drain himself to sleep to forget the pain in the body.
I saw how strong Anton and his sister was, as Anton do not shed a single tear when his father's body arrived at the funeral ... in a Coffin. His father.in a coffin. it that was me, i was wondering later, i would have cried till i choked. i have never been to my father's funeral.
Till this moment, i still will always remember Uncle, whom Anton and I will refer him as, Dad. Hows dad? Has dad eaten? How was dad today?, i would ask.
Anton would reply, Dad is a good boy today. He ate some food. Or.. Nope, dad has fits in the morning, or... dad couldnt sleep the whole night.
and... Dad's naughty boy today, dont want to eat...
''There is nothing i am left to do. i could only be there for him everyday at the funeral, as long as i am able to, as long as he sees me there - i am able to be there, not emotionally, but mentality and Physically.''
I left on saturday after visiting Dad... He caressed my head - not knowing after hearing from the Aunt, she said, when he caressed her head, she knew he was going to go. soon, i left at 7.
never did i know that GUT feeling, when i left,I felt i had to go up to say bye to Uncle again, properly. Anton gushes he is asleep, and anyway he wouldnt know i left. with that, i thought of nothing else and left, in my mind, ah... i'll still see me on Monday, Any-way... But. no, no more.
On Sunday morning i thought of the busy following week i am going to have, ETP projects and chior practices. I had wanted to text Anton to say... i wanna come in early to see Dad in the morning as he's always awake early, so i at least visit him everyday, then go to school together with Anton, while he goes to work. I thought of proposing the idea to him at night. But in the afternoon that day, the news triggerd my day. I feel sorry for Anton, I feel sorry I cant be there right at that moment.
Im covered in emotions, guilt and pain as I am sad and still do cry for someone i love that kept dying around me like plants dehydrated without water for days.
Uncle, or Dad, wherever you are, I will be bright with wisdom like how you taught me to be, when you are sickly on the bed.
I left on saturday after visiting Dad... He caressed my head - not knowing after hearing from the Aunt, she said, when he caressed her head, she knew he was going to go. soon, i left at 7.
never did i know that GUT feeling, when i left,I felt i had to go up to say bye to Uncle again, properly. Anton gushes he is asleep, and anyway he wouldnt know i left. with that, i thought of nothing else and left, in my mind, ah... i'll still see me on Monday, Any-way... But. no, no more.
On Sunday morning i thought of the busy following week i am going to have, ETP projects and chior practices. I had wanted to text Anton to say... i wanna come in early to see Dad in the morning as he's always awake early, so i at least visit him everyday, then go to school together with Anton, while he goes to work. I thought of proposing the idea to him at night. But in the afternoon that day, the news triggerd my day. I feel sorry for Anton, I feel sorry I cant be there right at that moment.
Im covered in emotions, guilt and pain as I am sad and still do cry for someone i love that kept dying around me like plants dehydrated without water for days.
Uncle, or Dad, wherever you are, I will be bright with wisdom like how you taught me to be, when you are sickly on the bed.
Your lessons will always make an impact in my life, as you are ‘someone important to me’(s) father.
You have to know, Anton loves you a lot actually, even after, venting his anger on you on Saturday, he threw himself in the shower and anger off his anger under the cold shower that brought him into sense. While getting dry, he told me, in guilt, ‘I yelled at Mum and Dad..’
I knew that second he is sorry for what he did, though he still go on, on why hes father is weak, that is because he refuse to Eat.
You have to know, Anton loves you a lot actually, even after, venting his anger on you on Saturday, he threw himself in the shower and anger off his anger under the cold shower that brought him into sense. While getting dry, he told me, in guilt, ‘I yelled at Mum and Dad..’
I knew that second he is sorry for what he did, though he still go on, on why hes father is weak, that is because he refuse to Eat.
He went to his room., grabbed a bloster, and then what he did made me tear quietly, as I do not want him to know I am feeling terrible.
He laid face on his bloster, and quietly teared…….. with this, I knew- he felt terrible.
He laid face on his bloster, and quietly teared…….. with this, I knew- he felt terrible.
The story of a Father and A son, and someone who got into my life and then gone in a while.
Uncle or Dad whom we love and will always miss.
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