father: datuk reached downstairs already
me: okay okay. *busily combing my short little hair*

he will wear the helmet for me bcos ive no idea how to wear it. i was only primary 1. the smell of his helmet and jacket still lingers up to this day. whether it rains or shines, he never fails to send and fetch me from school. when i dropped off, he'll give me this shiny golden coin, $1 everyday. ill walked off to school with a smile on my face.

me: yey! datuk is bringing us out.
brother: yey, where are we going?
me: i tot of buying aqua's album(the one who sang barbie girl.it was hot ok that time :P)

that was when i was 6 yrs old. i knew datok wont hesitate to buy it for me and brother. he loves us and we too love him so much.

datuk : nana, meet me downstairs. i've reached down your block already.
me : okay!
*rushed downstairs*
datuk : here, i bought for you guys air batu and ice cream. ( he took out his wallet) here's 15 dollars. divide among urself k. take care.
nana: okay. * salam his hand*

that was his routine every single weekend when i was at my old house. i was only 4 years old. when i moved to my new house at age of 8 , he comes only twice a month. he always bring for us tidbits and toys. he was the best datok ever. he's such a nice man. i've never seen him being so angry, making that sour face. he's always smiling lagi2 when he sees his grandchildren.

datuk: are you still schooling?
me: yes, atok
datuk: ok good. study hard. have a good life in the future.
me: * nod head*

that was the first day of rayer and i never knew it was the last time we talked. those conversation etched in my mind forever. it's such a shame i was unable to spend my youth time with him. he took good care of me and my brother when my parents were away, working everyday. i prayed every single day for him until one of those days that was monday night, i prayed to God not to torture him anymore bcos he's such a nice man.

may he rest in peace.

i will definitely miss him. he's the best atok i ever had. yesterday was the last day i kissed him. it tears me up to see his pale face. it hurts. it really do. but looking at the bright side, he's resting in peace. i know he's out there somewhere, looking at us. i felt a surge of closeness to him. to the girls, fatin and fandi, thank you for being there for me :)

what's so irony is few days before he died, he dreamt that he was still riding his motor although his motor was taken away. fortunately, that his motor plate is the same with his cemetery number.


allahyarham abdul rahim bin abdul talib.
20 january 1933 - 7 october 2008
semoga rohnya dicucuri rahmat.
Amin.


Remembering the past makes us cry out loud and a pain in our vein
the past when he always sents sister to school
the past when he had taken us a very good care
the past when he always visit here every first day of raye
the past when he always buy for me toys
the past when he helped ayah when ayah was choked
the past when me, mom and dad visit him at his work place
the past wen we, as a family visit him at hospital wen he needed his family most.
the past when he always want to eat kuih and bubur at TTSH
remembering the past when me and sister always eat his food at the ward
remembering the past i ate his apple when he gave it to me.
remembering the past he stayed at our house wen he is still healthy
remembering the past wen he always remember of buying mum
mee goreng which she love the most after working

these are bits from my sister's blog. do read my sis's blog, fidi for more.