A new beginning?

I was at one of the Petronas station in Kota Damansara yesterday, when I saw this quote on one of the items sold there "What may appear as an end, is really a new beginning". How ironic, I thought...at this time where a little comfort even as simple as a quote in a petrol kiosk, is all I needed.

Mummy finally succumbed to her illness after almost 2 1/2 weeks in hospital. I received the news after missing a few calls from Dad, while I was at a function. Harith was on stage doing his stand-up comedy act. How ironic that I was laughing at his jokes at the same time mummy was facing her end. I was calm when I received the news from Dad. Yes, we have spoken about it, prepared for it , taking out the kain batik lepas, to prepare for the funeral and Dad has made arrangements for the funeral. But somehow, as I was driving to the hospital, the reality of it all hit me and I cried my heart out there in the car on Jalan Kuching missing the turns into Federal Highway....bodoh....

When I reached the forensic, Dad was already there with 3 of my late husband's cousins. We headed to the nearby cafe to discuss the logistics for the funeral the next day. Later we were joined by throngs of aunties, more cousins, my brother in law and wife, and then hubby arrived with Aisyah and Imran. I don't blame Dad for changing his mind a few times about the arrangements. Imagine losing someone you have lived with for almost 50 years. I would lose my bearings on things..

In the end , we decided to come back the next morning, for the last rites before Mummy's funeral. the kids stayed with Dad for the night. We went back to PJ to get the house ready for the next day. Numerous phone calls came from relatives in Malacca and near. We ended up at home at almost 2.30am. I hardly slept knowing that we have to be up early..

The next morning, from our home we went to PJ and then reached the hospital at around 8.15am. Gosh! The early morning traffic has started. We waited for what felt like forever for our turn to gave Mummy her final bath. The same 3 cousins who was there the night before, was also there that morning. Thank you Abang Aris, Kak Norma and Kak Noni for making this easier for Dad. When we finally started to bathe arwah it was almost 10am. Aisyah helped as well. It was so easy..Mummy has not been eating solid food for the last few days of her life and her body was already clean. I can't help feeling really, really sad in that room and thought really that that was the last thing that we can do for Arwah; both me and Aisyah.

She was finally put to rest in Segambut; the final resting place of my late husband. Friends from the office; amidst all the chaos of deciding whether to come to the house or straight to the burial grounds also witnessed the final rites. Thank you to all from the bottom of my heart.

I am unsure if this is really a new beginning of something. What I'm sure of is that we are going to miss Mummy. The kids will miss their Nenek Fauziah. Al-Fatihah....