I miss my Dad

Suppose I on Monday was a great day after coming back from the interview in Kelantan the day before.

After fetching my mum back from work, it was around 6pm, I suddenly heard someone's calling my house. Thank God that my house phone there's a caller ID. It was a call from my Dad. But then when I picked it up, no one answered. So I called back to see why he paged for me. Surprisingly, another guy answered the phone call. I was like, 'Oh sorry, wrong number'. But the guy put me on hold on the call, asking, 'Are you the son? Please ask your mum here!'

Ya, exactly, my Dad was involved in an accident and he was warded by the time I received the call. Quickly, my aunts, my mum and I rushed down to Sungai Buloh Hospital.

Along the journey, I felt my hands holding the handphone was sweat-drenched. My heart was worried and pain. I couldn't even cry out, no tears came out no matter how hard I tried. I guess that's the real sadness.

When I reached was around 10pm. Dad was lying on the bed unconsciously. I couldn't help but weeping. According to the doctor and the nurses, Dad was actually brain dead when they carried out the X-ray radiation. The doctor, to maintain his hearbeat to let the family see him, he used the aid of the apparatus to help Dad to breathe and injected some medicine in order to make the heart continue to beat.

Luckily, my brothers, one from Singapore and the other from Malacca managed to get back in time to see Dad. They reached the hospital at about 12am on Tuesday.

My aunts and mum couldn't bear the waiting and tiredness, so they followed my one of my aunts who is staying in KL back to her condo while three of us stayed there to accompany Dad.

Three of us took turns to take care of Dad who was lying on the bed in the Critical zone of the emergency department. I was too tired, I took a 40 winks at 2am. I was woke at 3 something when my brother told me Dad's pulse was dropping tremenduosly. Immediately, I called my aunt to fetch the other aunts and mum there at once.

Dad's pulse didn't seem any better. I guess he could hear us. When his pulse dropped below 20, we asked him to stand for a while because mum was on her way. His pulse suddenly raised to 20+. Once mum reached and comfort Dad to go peacefully, believe it or not, Dad's pulse immediately dropped to zero within one minute. That's the screen where we usually see on the televisyen when a person dies, a straight line appears. It was around 3.40am.

Dad needed to be sent for post-mortem. So, we went back to my aunt's condo to stay for a few hours. I totally didn't get any sleep. Couldn't, I couldn't. Tears dropped unceasingly.

In the morning, we went to make a report in order to claim Dad's body. At the hospital, due to the late sent-in of the police report, the post-mortem had been delayed. It started on 3pm instead of in the moning that day. We waited in the hospital from around 11am till we claimed the corpse.

Hearse was there also. We claimed Dad's body at around 4.30pm. He was being carried into the hearse and my brothers and I followed the hearse behind. Along the way, we shouted for Dad to go home with us. We reached Ipoh at about 7pm. Naked Dad was then being put on smart clothes. I couldn't help but crying every time I saw Dad!

Dad was then sent back to home. The ceremony will be on tonight and tomorrow night. The funeral will be on friday morning.

The cause of death was due to an accident. Dad was riding a bike-we suspected he didn't wear a helmet-when he rammed into a Vitara at Jalan Taiping in Kampung Baru, Sungai Buloh. The celeberum of his brain was hit brutally on the window of the car. The pillion rider was safe and he went nowhere to be found now.

Thanks for all my friends, my best friends who accompanied me all the while when I was so lost! Thanks for your help, everyone. Anyone who wants to come to pay my dad's last respect, you're mostly welcomed.