DEATH NEVER TELLS YOU WHEN...

5^th May 2014 was when I lost my dear father, Bujang Bin Hassan. My heart thuds as my father’s body sinks into the ground. In my heart, I wanted to stop them from buried my father’s body and keep asking myself...Is this a dream? Please tell me that this is just a bad dream. 

Cheerful, funny, kind and friendly… that’s what he normally do to people. He is not only my father but my best friend. He is the one that will protect, support and always be there for me. When I informed him that I am going to start a new work at a new place in a new industry, he is the happiest father in this world. He had dreams that my husband and I will become success in our own career and rich. Adding to that, he also said that in his dream, both my husband and I do have kids but between 2 to 3 kids and his future grandchildren will be someone that very educated, intelligence and well-mannered. That time, I just smile and said “Amin”.

Losing him really make my life feels empty. I mourned for two days and cried nonstop. My husband said he don’t want me to kill myself by keep crying and do not want to talk to anyone as he is really need me. 

Now, I need to get up and move on as my life journey still far away and I do have other families especially my mom to take care off. Yes! I am struggling to cope his loss and only time can tell. I believe my father always pray for me and watching me from heaven as he always said that I am his beautiful princess and no one can harm me because he always protect me regardless where he is. For those who still have father or mother, please appreciate them while you still can to do so. 

 Above: Picture of my father and I on last year's Eid Mubarak