Bapak

9 September that just passed should have been Bapak's 74th birthday. But he died 6 years ago. If he were to be around, birthdays would be celebrated, especially his. But since his passing, birthdays are celebrated when there's time to do so..if it happens on a weekend, or a holiday or if it happens to be remembered! His birthdays are never to be celebrated again...although most certainly never forgotten!

Saw an ad, which made me think of Bapak and prompted me to make this entry. Its about a boy and his dad. Well duhhh...obviously I'm not a boy! But the ad reminds me of my own relationship with Bapak.

Bapak and I used to write to each other allllllll the time! I was in England for 6 years and we wrote to each other every week without fail! And thats not counting the monthly "reverse" phone calls! we send cards to each other for the special occasions...we even gaduh via letters!

We simply shared all our life stories. ..but now, the postman no longer delivers...bapak will never read this blog and he will never know my girls...

I realise now, Bapak was my all time best friend and when he died, he broke my heart...i miss him so...

Al-fatihah...