I am writing this to someone.

Someone dear to my family has been taken last night.
Taken by the God we believe in, to a place far, far away

My cousin was the kindest, most virtuous lady.
She was a tailor and did her sewing at home.
Never married, she devoted 40 over years of her life at home,
looking after her parents, taking care of house chores, nieces & nephews
She did this with no complaints.

Whenever we visited her, she will cook for us, joke with us and drive us around.
She is someone that I always think of whenever we visit Malaysia.
And I looked forward to catching up with her while she cooked or sewed.

Due to my work and studies, I did not visit for the past few years.
Early last year, she fell ill.
Last month, her condition deteriorated.

A few weeks ago, I saw her in my dreams.
I was running into this building, searching, in a hurry to see her.
And there she sat, body skinny, smiling to me serenely.
That was the last time I saw her.

I always believe that things happen for a reason.
And I believe that God is relieving her from all her pain & sufferings.
Although I am uncertain if she was ever content with her life,
I know she will reunite with her mother in the heavenly world.

There is so much regret I am feeling now.
Failing to realise that her visit to my dreams was a sign.
I missed the chance to see her one last time.

姐, I am sorry I couldn’t say goodbye.
But please know that you will always stay in our hearts.
And visiting Malaysia will never be the same again.
 
RIP