Start From Zero

The Funeral

This is the saddest day in my life. My whole world collapsed in a span of hours. I still could not believe that mum left without saying goodbyes. Even though goodbyes are always too painful for me it would be better than being deprived a chance to do so. I am not able to come out of myself just yet.

After I landed at KLIA airport, I took a cab straight to the hospital as I haven't really pack anything with me due to panic so I haven't even got a luggage bag to check in just a handbag. When I reach there, I saw my sister sitting on the bench outside the hospital looking very lonely, afraid, sad and lost. I am feeling really sorry for her and I gave her a hug. We broke down when hugging finding relieved in each other presents.

She start filling me in with details on what happening this past two days. She said mum complain that her breathing is getting a bit restricted and feeling a bit dizzy. So my sister decided to take her to the hospital for a quick check up to make sure that everything is ok. They went after sending my son to pre- school. Once they get there the doctor said one of the artery is slightly block so they will inject the medicine in order to unblock it without needing to perform any surgeries but that of course will depends on how it goes after the injection.

Half an hour after they injected her she start to feel very unwell and having difficulty in breathing. So the nurse alerted the doctors and they arrived at the ward quickly. By the time they get there, mum start to lost consciousness and her heart suddenly stop beating. The doctor perform CPR straight away. After forty five minutes they stop as there are no sign of heartbeat. She can see that the doctor had done their best to help mum but it is a very traumatized experience for her. After that the doctor informed my sister that our mum is gone. She had been in the hospital the whole time waiting for me.

There is nothing more I could do apart saying my goodbyes now and bring my sister home so she could rest. When we get home, I went over to the neighbor house to collect my son. We couldn't eat anything for the next few days and my son Bryan kept crying looking for his grandma. It just make it even worst as he does not understand that his beloved grandma that cook, play, bath, and sleep with him will never ever come back again. He keep sitting and starring at the door hoping to see her walk in anytime. Of course that would be impossible and that breaks my heart even more as we all nurse our wounded heart in our own way.

We start preparing for the funeral and my husband is on his way home too. There are lots of people attending the funeral. I guess she would be happy to see all her friends one last time. We all mourn and say our goodbyes one last time before the burial ceremony.

As I am one step late from getting her a flat I get her the most expensive resting plot I could afford. There is a good view on all side so I just hope that she can find peace there.