Being in this insurance line for about 1 - 2 years- mentioning death, illnesses, disability is so common that my sales presentation would sound odd if I not at all pronounce these.
Somewhere in Feb this year, a hard news came knocking on my world. A test to my profession that was just starting...
I might soon have to witness a painful passing away of my aunt. She has two young boys. Her illness is soon to be terminal. Her illiterate husband is clueless. I've something to do with her existing insurances as always. Thank God, financially she was saved.
When my mom told me this news, I couldn't fight back my tears in sleep. Her 2 young boys', aged 10&12 respectively, whose future was a big question mark.
Going back to work next day was like revisiting hell. I really couldn't focus. To worsen, we'd a training to let us know of an addition to the list of critical illness. Even there cancer has place as the no.1 devil.
To assure things would be fine, I went to visit her in the hospital. The sight of her tubed with fluid food and respiratory system, made me wished harder that it wasn't her. Watching her sound asleep while tears drew its trail on my cheek. Crying seemed as an act of cowardice &/or emotional, thus I'll quickly revert to my normal strong self. So I'll quickly make a move before her or my relatives would appear out of nowhere.
She was angry with us it seemed. She didn't wanted to see her hubby's (mom's bro) family. Nonetheless, I knew that she had nothing of hatred towards me. I still have lots of gifts from her. Like the T-Shirts she bought for me and handed down some as they were too small to fit her.
Yearly Deepavalis I'll taste her signature Basmati Rice Briyani. Sundays will be spent at her home savouring Peranakan & Malay style dishes. Sometimes she'll take orders and they'll be prepared without any hassle. All she would do is give me a ring & I'll be at her doorsteps within minutes. Her house is just a block away from mine.
I really miss her. Till now, I'm still unconciously telling ppl that I'm going to Athai's house, never to uncle or Pravin hse
We had many playful, light hearted conversations on what kind of man I should marry- Why I shouldn't marry late? How much she would want to see me married like others? Complaining on her sons and yet praising their school performances and many other personal conversations which she might not have shared with her family.
If there's a month to forget it'll be October 2008.
During then I could only recall the final toll of pain hitting her life. For that I pray that she'll never have a rebirth as human soul but to just rest in Peace.
The only thing I've always wished for during her funeral prayers is that "Give me the support and strength to help bring up your boys as you've always wished for"
Still can't believe you ain't here anymore...
