Earlier today, I rang a dear friend of 17 years who had lost her mom recently. She told me her last moments spent with her late mom, who had been ill for approximately five years. The late mom went in her sleep, only to be discovered a while later by the dad.
N told me how bad she felt for not being by her mom's side when she blew her last breath but I told her that the link between a mother and a child is so special that it will never end, as prayers and good deeds can still be dedicated and presented to the deceased parent.
She cried and I cried too. After the call, I spent some time reflecting on moments of death and the meaning of life. Wonderful moments spent together are often treasured till many years to come. The laughter, the pleasure, the nostalgic moments together... Yet, the loss of a parent cuts deep within that only faith to the Almighty can keep one strong.
Perhaps for those with spouse, the death of a parent is equal to the death of your other half. Imagine the days without someone to wake up next to, someone to accompany you, and someone to confide in. How does it feel facing the days ahead of you - alone?
Since young, I have hated being alone, yet that was how I spent most of my childhood days. There is often a hollow feeling that echoes your cries and bellows.
Who keeps you accompany when the clouds loom above you and there's no where to turn?
To N, my prayers are for you and your mom, my dear... May Allah place her amongst the blessed.
To my fellow bloggers who have lost a dear sister-in-law, a brother-in-law, a father-in-law, a mother-in-law, a father, a mother, a brother, a sister, a friend, a child, or anyone dear to you, I extend my prayers to them all...