My Tok Ayah (a.k.a. grandpa) passed away on last Friday after almost a week battling with pains. Earlier this year, he had just discovered that he had bone cancer but doctor said to just leave it untreated due to the elderly age – chemotherapy won’t do much good on him.
It was a peaceful day, a Friday in the month of Ramadhan. Probably the best day to meet Allah. When he was admitted to the hospital on Sunday, 14th July 2013, doctor was positive that the few days would be his last days and asked to bring him home – to spend his last days in a familiar and cozy environment instead of the hospital.
He was a strong man. He managed to wait for all his kids (my uncles and aunties) to come back home from everywhere around the world and managed to meet all his children during his last days. Alhamdulillah. On Friday, the day he went, nobody was expecting it to happen so suddenly as his condition was the same as the previous day – no improvement but not getting worse. He returned to Rahmatullah in a very peaceful manner.
He was a good man during his days. He was the center of village – everybody will turn to him should they need help with anything. He was a good father and of course a good grandfather. I’m proud to be one of his grand daughters.
May his legacy continues. Al-Fatihah.