Eldest Uncle-In-Law had passed away on Sunday morning. I was getting ready to turn into bed when I received a call from Li. I thought that she had got herself wasted, thus decided to ring me up just for the kick of it. I was wrong. It was bad news. I’d problem making out what she was trying to get across as she was sobbing away at the other end of the line. My brother and I quickly rushed down to NUH. It was around 130 am then.
… The doctors failed to revive him. He’d passed on just like that.
He had a heard attack early Jan, this year. He was able to make it through that one. The Sunday, following his discharge from the hospital, he went over to Gramps for his usual game of mahjong. We seldom exchange words. However as soon as I stepped into Gramps home that particular Sunday, he suddenly told me cheerfully that, I almost couldn’t see him for the last time.
It’s rather hard for me to bear. In less than a year, I’d been to 4 funerals, 2 of which are my family members. Li was telling me how unfortunate the 3 rats ( Li, Fen and Myself ) of the Tan’s family are. Our father had all passed away from the same cause. Something to do with the heart.
The past few days have been a blur. I juggled between work and the funeral. Just when I was hoping that the next funeral wouldn’t come so fast, Cuiling brought me bad news that Pat’s Mum had a relapse and is in critical condition. I hope that she’ll be able to make it through.
Today is the send off. I’d volunteered to stay back to look out for Eldest Aunt. According to Chinese Tradition, the wife isn’t allowed to send his husband off. She just stood there and watched till they are out of sight.
Every Sunday beginning from now will no longer be the same again. He’s usually the first one to reach Gramp’s place for Mahjong. It suddenly dawned upon me that, the older we get, the more the people around us will start to leave us.











