The unspeakable

My family root in this country began from a small town up north. My dad is the 10th out of 13 siblings. My granddad probably have superman kind of sex drive, or my grandma was too hot. Nevertheless, i think the family has the blessinf of 11 sons and 2 daughters.

My 9th aunt is one of the closest sibling of my dad, since she's only a year senior of my dad. She was married to her husband in Kuala Lumpur some 50 years ago. They have a daughter and we keep in touch via land line telephone back in the days.

We dont usually travel to Kuala Lumpur back in the days. My aunt will sometimes come back to our village during lunar new year. We are excited everytime when aunt call to inform she will be back and we always prepare a guest room for them to stay for a few days during the festive season.

Aunt and her family is like a very special long distance relative to us. Whenever there's a chance dad mention bringing us to visit Aunt in Kuala Lumpur, we know there's something major coming. She has a spare house that allowed us to crash, so we can save up from hotel. Her husband is a very well known journalist/political columnist. We are very impressed whenever he brought out his gadgets, totally reminds us of James Bond and KGB. And my cousin, was a very bright young girl, short hair, fair skin and big round eye. She plays musical instrument and i can't wait to grow up and find a girl friens just like my cousin.

Now that many year has passed. All my father's siblings died one after another. 2 years ago, i lost my dad, and my aunt sending her regards over a video call with us, saying this is only a temporary separation. One day, we will unite again at the promised land. I'm not sure if i already have the consensus of we might not need each other anymore after life, but listening to her comforting us, did gave me strength.

And now that she's gone, i can only pray that she will see my dad, her younger brother and say hi to him, probably give him a big hug on my behalf. I heard that her husband is a wreck, and my cousin is having hard time to cope with all the funeral chores, i decided to spend the weekend to help their family in all of the funeral matter, together with my other cousin Karen.

Its unspeakable, but i felt some sort of relief. I don't feel bad for not crying over the lost of my aunt. Not that i dont love her, but deep down in my heart, i know shes in a better place and having having a good rest.

"I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith," 2 Timothy 4:7

RIP Aunty

Pardon the old stock photo from my biological brother.