Dada, dadi and who will not miss her ketupat palas?

Salam..

Ramadhan is reaching its end..and as always, this sad feeling will come about.
There is no other month like Ramadhan.. it's always speacial in its own way.

Today, i went to my Dadi (grandma) and Dada (grandad) grave. Both of them are from my dad's side.Dada passed away when i was a little kid.. i remembered that i could not see Dad for the last time coz my parents felt that I was too small to attend the funeral. Thus,I was sent to my baby sitter's place.I could not remember much at that time, other than waiting for my mum and dad to come and pick me up..My favourite pic with Dada holding me in his arm and I had a small fish shape multicolor sling bag. That was the picture I has with Dada, the last Raya with had together. Years after that, it was just with Dadi.

My Dadi, was a very beautiful lady. Trust me, at the very old age of hers, she still got the style ;)
She could understand and converse in Hindi well..She does not need to look at the subtitle when watching Hindi movies.That is one thing that I regretted not learning from her. Though I do picked up some Hindi words, but I do wish I could converse in Hindi, just like her. :) She could speak english, malay n hindi. My dadi was awesome.

However, as usual..being a typical human, I must admit that I took the time she was still around for granted.During her final years, I did not make much efforts to visit and spend time with her much. Yes, I was in the boarding school at that time, but looking back at that time, it should not be an excuse at all.I remembered very clearly.. that morning, when I wasin my english class in Theaterette 6. I was called out of the class to go to the office.. at that moment, I felt something
was really wrong.. When I was told that Dadi passed away, the only thing that went through my mind at that time was, oh God,please let me see her for the last time.

From Melaka,we rushed all the way to Bangsar's mosque.It felt like ages for me to reach Bangsar.. we even got stopped halfway on the highway by traffic police for speeding. At that time, I learnt that traffic police officers do have hearts.We told that we are rushing to grandma's funeral..I remembered we were very teary at that time. We got off from being summon.I reached on time, they were bathing dadi.. I got to see her. At that time, I realised that I have no
more grandparents. My dadi was the last..my grandparents on my mum's was not around way even before I was born.Aidilfitri will never be the same.The following Aidilfitri..I really missed dadi.

For those of you that still have your grandparents..cherish your time with them. When they are gone, nothing you could do to patch all the lost time with them and things that you thought you should do. It will all be just too late to regret and painful to forget.pls pls plssss love your grandparents and appreciate them well, while they are still around.

My raya routine after that...

Beraya at my house.. Go to mak wok's house (my babysitter + Godparents)..and later to Aunty Noor's place (Mum's elder sister)

Aunty Nor...

Aunty Nor..is my mum's elder sister. The best Ketupat Palas maker in town. I could really save my tummy for her ketupat palas. So far, I never get to taste another ketupat palas that is as good as hers. Two things that I really looked forward when it comes to her place, ketupat palas and her colourful apam.It tastes so good that you could take 10 in one go.Apart from all that, Aunty Nor's place had always been the meeting point of my mum's side on 1st day of raya.

Why Aunty Noor is close to heart, one thing as far I as I could remember, she's always nice to me. Never i felt intimidated or being put down by her before..Futhermore, she was a very encouraging person in her own way.She may not understand what I study, or what technical stuffs that I am talking about.. but as far as I could remember, she was never discouraging let
alone try to put me down in front of anyone. That's Aunty Nor to me.

Life had been very hectic with me during my final semester. That was even when I developed all these unwanted pimples as well. After my last paper for my final exam in May this year,I had to clear everything coz i am done for good,if everything went through. I was really tired..after my last paper, I had only 10 days to prepare my stuffs to go to Rio for the 3rd UNAOC Forum.I thought everything would be fine and should have no problem.I came back home, very charged up to prepare for Rio. That weekend, I spent my time to prepare for Rio and went for Thomas Cup as well.I slept late and intended to wake up late the following day...which was a Monday.

In the morning, my mum woke me up.. Aunty Nor fell at home, she got admitted in the hospital.I was too cranky at that time, and made my regret of the year... I did not follow mum and dad to the hospital.When they got back, they told me she fell and somehow they got to talk to her coz she was got conscious.However, later that night, things went bad.. and she was
unconscious..went into coma.That week, we were making trips to Serdang hospital almost everyday.

At that point of time, I felt so weak.. I had my sick aunt in mind, and my Rio trip to prepare.I had to juggle things up and it was not easy.On Thursday, we were told that her organs were failing..we were all praying the best for her.Solat Hajats were done and lots and lots of prayers..

On Friday 21st May 2010..right after the Zuhur's azan..she left us. We were so devastated. Since she was admitted on Monday,she was only conscious once..and after that, she was unconscious as well as sedated.I really felt the lost...One thing that always ringing in my mind when it comes to her, was one of our last conversations together.. which she told me quite repeatedly.."Aunty suka dengar aimi bercakap"- she likes it when I speak. Never knew that will be the last words
from her.When I was on Awani's Sudut Pandang, I do have her in mind. I know that she will definitely will be in front of tv to check me out to listen to me speak...if she's around.

For the first time in my life, I did not care about my birthday at all..her funeral was held on the next day which was on my birthday.The next day, her funeral was held in the morning and tahlil in the evening. I felt like crying when bro LMK made everyone sang me a birthday song when I met him and the others at the Bgsrtweetup which I had to drop by in order to complete some assignments to prepare for my Rio trip.I was just too tearful.That little deed really made my day..but it still could not take the sorrow away. That saturday night, tahlil continued..and it was even more touching when my uncle (aunty's hubby) lead the prayers and Yassin recital.A husband that every girl would dream of...

Sunday, tahlil continued..but I could not make it. Had to check on my Rio trip..my flight to Rio de Janeiro was on Monday.When the plane took off, I was such in a mixed feeling..I was not as excited as I was weeks before.I remembered sleeping almost throughout the journey.I was just too mentally and physically tired.

Now that Aunty is not around anymore..Raya will never be the same again.Miss her dearly.

This year's raya..
It'll be just my house.. and mak wok's place.on tummy note,no more ketupat palas to look forward..ask anyone whom had tasted it before,

who will not miss her ketupat palas?



*semoga ketiga2 arwah that I mentioned in this post dicucuri rahmat oleh Allah swt*


Wsalam.