Dad was 76 years old when he passed away on Jan 25, 2011 - Tuesday @ 4 pm.y
On that fateful day, I was getting ready for a meeting in my office which was schedule @ 4 pm. Suddenly, I received a call from mum, saying Dad just fainted in the bathroom while having his afternoon shower. I just dropped everything and rushed back home which is about 5 mins drive from my work place. By the time I reached home, there were three young Indian boys trying to carry Dad out from the bathroom. They were actually struggling to lift him up but due to his body was wet and slippery (soap on his body), it took almost like 10 mins before they succeeded but the 10 mins was like ages to me. When his body was taken out, something deep inside of me knows that this is not good at all...!! I just panic and could not do nor think properly. Luckily, one of the neighbours, Pakcik asked me to call for medical help and the only number i could think of is 999.. I managed to get through almost immediately but the questions asked like what, where, why, who.. didnt sound like any urgency or emergency. To those who may be reading this blog, please key in the ambulance number into your mobile phone which may safe live one day. DO NOT dail 999 at all......
The person who took the call finally relented after i almost @#$$&*(* and says they will dispatch the ambulance over. After waiting for 10 minutes, one of the Indian boys was restless and called 999 again asking why the ambulance is still not arrived. In between waiting, I tried calling Dad by gently touching his cheek but no response. His hands and feet felt cold. The boys and me tried to keep his hands and feet warm by rubbing our hands on his. I tried hitting his chest a couple of times (like jerking him up) but after the third try, i looked up to mum and says, " I think Dad is gone"!
after almost like 20 minutes, one medical officer strode in and announced that he was asked to stand in as there were no ambulance available - too many emergencies... sampai ambulance pun tak cukup guna.
He sat beside Dad and took his time to feel his pulse.... then placing his finger against Dad's nose and finally did CPR on him. After a few tries, he still can't feel his pulse, look up to me and asked coolly..."bolih saya coba "mouth to mouth" ?? I looked at him unbelieveable..... u need to asked permission to save a life ???!!! this is really not happening, rite ??? When he has finished with his cool life saving technique, he said "minta maaf".........Jadi tak payah hantar ke hospital lagi.... OMG !!! MALAYSIA BOLEH !!!
My Dad, when he was alive, lived simple and worked hard to ensure his family has food on the table and clothes on our backs. Dad during his younger days had some hard times as my grandfather had two wives (not sure if he divorce my grandmother - maybe not) Dad and his younger sister was children from wife
# 1 (my grandmother). Dad was born and raised in Seremban together with his sister. He left home to try his luck in Klang and stayed with relative whom was kind enough to take him in. He didnt even finished primary 3 as grandfather has too many mouths to feed and money was hard to come by. His wife #2 has like 6 children. Grandmother left home leaving Dad and his sister at home. She was working as a warden in Pudu jail.
Anyway, when i was growing up, Dad was always working and working and working. I only get to see him when he comes back home during meal breaks - save money eating at home rather than buying lunch outside. He works at least 2 shifts (one shift 8 hours). At times when he is at home, he tries to catch some sleep and rest. Dad is man of little words. Mind you, dont ever make his lose his cool cos he is a totally different person just like incredible hulk. I very manja with Dad (girl mah). One day, when he was getting ready to work, he normally would take me for a ride - few rounds around the neighbourhood. One day ( i also over manja).. refuse to let him go work.. he tried reasoning but i over confident and over act my "manjaness", Dad lost his cool and whack me !!! I cried and cried and refuse to let go his leg and know what next ? I kena ikat - my hands were tied up and hung up and kena whack again... walau eh........
When my report card got red marks... cannot show to Mum, nanti kena whack also. I got plan wan...wait till mum sleeps then slowly and silently show Dad and asked him to sign on the dotted lines OR wake up early in the morning before Dad goes to work (mum still sleeping) and asked him to sign then go back to sleep.
but some how mum knows what is happening.....she will say....ohhhhh... red marks ah... cannot show me lah..so must sneak sneak la.. show your father, ah ?? shhhhhhhhhhh..
I thanked God for taking Dad the way he did as Dad when he was alived (memang pantang talk about mati).. Dad is afraid of death.. Even when he is going on holidays via air.. he will says ayoooo takuuuuuttttt... what happens if the plane crashed or explode in mid air... habuk pun talak wor....
Dad, rest well for you have fought and lived and finished the race.. and kept the faith.
i thank GOD for you -
for your warm, generous ways,
that add joy and laughter
to so many days
I thank God for how
you have always been there
to encourage, support
and to show me you care
I thank God for your love
that forever will remain
I thank God for you, gave me life special memories......
I thank God for you, DAD
I will miss you dearly....
S.....sadly missing you....
