Cik Awi
On 30 April 2019, my mom's youngest brother breathed his last breath. Just a couple of days short of Ramadan. Cause of death: Heart Attack.
He had had the attack the night before but went to work the next morning. Went for a meeting. Then to lunch. Then the second attack happened. He was sent to the hospital and collapsed there. He passed away at about 4.45 pm and the hospital switched off the oxygen-supplying machine.
His children were distraught. Reeling. Yet they were gracious. In Letting Go. As hard as it was.
Cik Awi grew up with us in the 70's when my late father was posted to Mersing, a quaint seaside town of Johor. When I was born, he was still in high school with my cousin Kak Mar, who was also staying with us. Kak Mar eventually left to marry her sweetheart soon after she completed high school, and Cik Awi eventually continued his degree studies in the University of Jakarta.
After uni, he went to work with the shipping industry as a marine engineer. He was mostly working at the engine where it's hot and it is his job to 'drive the ship', he says.
For my final high school year, I did an interview with him and prepared a folio for the career counseling centre, about the job of a marine engineer. My teacher said it is a unique folio for a unique career (then), and it made the cut as a reference to other students.
Cik Awi was quite a character. Headstrong. Brave. Strict. Funny. In-your-face Direct.
He had made his income & a small fortune working in the Oil & Gas industry. On the day he died, he was still working & earning a decent living for his family.
The day after a famous personality Dato Dr Hassan Din passed on; the night before he had delivered a sermon titled "If this were my (our) last Ramadan". Profound.
May Allah bless both their souls in eternity. Al-Fatihah.
He had had the attack the night before but went to work the next morning. Went for a meeting. Then to lunch. Then the second attack happened. He was sent to the hospital and collapsed there. He passed away at about 4.45 pm and the hospital switched off the oxygen-supplying machine.
His children were distraught. Reeling. Yet they were gracious. In Letting Go. As hard as it was.
Cik Awi grew up with us in the 70's when my late father was posted to Mersing, a quaint seaside town of Johor. When I was born, he was still in high school with my cousin Kak Mar, who was also staying with us. Kak Mar eventually left to marry her sweetheart soon after she completed high school, and Cik Awi eventually continued his degree studies in the University of Jakarta.
After uni, he went to work with the shipping industry as a marine engineer. He was mostly working at the engine where it's hot and it is his job to 'drive the ship', he says.
For my final high school year, I did an interview with him and prepared a folio for the career counseling centre, about the job of a marine engineer. My teacher said it is a unique folio for a unique career (then), and it made the cut as a reference to other students.
Cik Awi was quite a character. Headstrong. Brave. Strict. Funny. In-your-face Direct.
He had made his income & a small fortune working in the Oil & Gas industry. On the day he died, he was still working & earning a decent living for his family.
The day after a famous personality Dato Dr Hassan Din passed on; the night before he had delivered a sermon titled "If this were my (our) last Ramadan". Profound.
May Allah bless both their souls in eternity. Al-Fatihah.
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