the passing...

It was Friday morning, my mom woke me up with the news.
Earlier, I had a dream, she was on her bed telling me she cannot take the pain anymore and it is time to go. He sat next to her comforting her, saying he will be ok when she is gone and he is ready for her to take her place with the Almighty. I watched with great puzzle with chills running through my veins.
Awake, my mom words struck me and made me sat on my bed for a long minute, is this another dream but I know I am no longer sleeping. My grandmother really had answered her call earlier that night. She is my grandmother's youngest sister and suffered a long battle with diabetes. Tears welled up every time I recall the dream that I had that night, the unspoken goodbye. I watched the family helped her for the last bath, kafan, the final goodbyes and kisses then the burial. Tears fall like darkest raining hours even when it was a bright Friday morning.
Though it was about her that day, the sermons read by the imam were meant for the living, death is certain for everyone, how are we prepared to answer our own call when the time comes.. I realize I am not and have broken promises to the Almighty too many times when everyday I seek forgiveness and repent not to stray from His path.
The grieve that falls over our family were in concert, her house has always been the centre of reunions during Hari Raya. Now, with her passing things might never be the same again. Al-Fatihah.