I was up early because I had an appointment for a haircut at 10am this morning. As usual, I never want to be late. The kids were up early. Had breakfast. I was asleep last night till about 6:15am this morning when my alarm went off. I realized it was raining,still........since yesterday afternoon. It's been cold. I didn't check my phone till about 9am-ish coz I never know where my phone is at these days.
I was supposed to double check with the hair salon about the text messages we exchanged the day before just to be sure but instead, I saw a message from my sister. She asked for Lin's phone number. Her dad passed away the night before. My mind just went into a slight shock. I needed to get some breakfast and get ready but at the same time I wanted to call my cousin to know if she's ok.
The week had been very.........strange but not sad entirely. Well, I discovered that a friend of mine who lives in JB was tested positive for Covid. She and her in-laws. So they were quarantined themselves in a separate house away from her husband and kids who tested negative. I prayed so hard for her and her in-laws to recover because I can't bear to know her kids had to be separated from her for so long. I think that night, I received a text message from Ali Imran's school principal about their security guard who died from Covid,leaving behind his wife and kids. That was devastating news.
The next few days went by and my friend told me she was soon returning home to her kids. That's about the same time I discovered that my other friend who lives in KL/Selangor region had her kids and husband tested positive for Covid. I texted her to see what was happening. She said they were just staying in and quarantining themselves at home. Together. Around that same time, my cousin mentioned something about her parents being in the hospital.
I'm pretty sure it wasn't a Covid thingy at first. They had some difficulty breathing. Then, she said her mom recovered and was sent home. Her dad was left behind. Battling alone. He did contracted the virus but he wasn't able to breathe on his own. I texting my cousin a lot. I really thought he was gonna make it. I really thought he was gonna be okay and go home.
Uncle Lan is my dad's cousin. He's always happy and smiling as far as I can remember. There was nothing negative you could say about him. Lin and I are like good friends. She's younger than I am but we'd hangout whenever we can. I got married and she had her thing going on. We live in different states but I remember making a point to go see her and her parents this one time we were down south. It was a short visit but it was way before the pandemic.
Anyways........I finally called my cousin after I came home from the salon and after taking a shower and all. She was crying. A lot. I cried too. And I cried some more after that.......and then, Shu told me.......Kamal sent him a text message........he said Ayie passed away.........From lung complications.......
Ayie was in our band. He was on the bass guitar. He was writing songs with us. He set up the band. It was the 4 of us. I am still trying to understand this........I cannot grasp the very thought........
No comments:
Post a Comment