MrM's uncle's wife lost her father to colon cancer yesterday at 7:00pm. Fondly called Apak, lost his battle after sessions of chemotherapy and radiotherapy. He was 74.
We were there in Kepis to ziarah and pay our last respects. His wife, Omak, suffering from asthma, was seen by his side all the time.
It just didn't seem too long ago that we had gathered at Pak Cek's house to bid him farewell as he and Mak Cek was going to perform Haj. Apak was still strong then, Omak was always the frail one.
Such is life. A reminder to me, especially, that we all will go there one day, not a minute sooner, not a minute later.
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