And she's gone...

Last Wednesday, I received the phone call from my sister telling me that granny was gone. Honestly, I wasn't shocked. In fact, I felt sort of relieved. Don't take it wrongly, she has been ill for as long as I could remember, and I take any ways that can make her suffering end and pain disappear. There was no way she could be better.

Nevertheless, I rushed home to be with the family. I want to be there for them and to help as much as I could. Luckily, MAS has got empty seats left. I went to Labuan to pick up my sister and together we went back to KK for the trip back to Kota Marudu.

We arrived almost midnight, and mom was worried when I told her I may want to hire a car and drive down that night itself. She went on & on about a girl that was killed some time ago on the way to UMS. She had my uncle picked me up and made us wait till the next day for the trip down to Kota Marudu with them. Since I missed the funeral already, I didn't mind.

When we arrived the next morning, I was greeted with sad faces and swollen eyes, proof that they have been crying. We hugged and talked a bit about the late granny. I couldn't help but cried silently. But after the eyes dried, I caught up with my cousins whom I haven't seen for ages. And then the work begins... The cooking and the groceries shopping. It was hectic, the 2 days I was there.

I am sad that granny was gone, but the funeral also brought us families together. I saw brothers who haven't talked for years talked again. Divorced parents sat side by side. Met a grand aunt I thought I never have... Little cousins who have grown up to be handsome young men.. Nephews and nieces who have grown up, the made me feel so old. It's a reunion, may not be a happy one but despite the sadness, there is a reason for this to happen.

It's all because she's gone... who knows when will be the next time we gather again like this for 3 days straight?