Alhamdulillah my mom went home yesterday. It was not easy for us.. everything was on the edge. What was told was that she had a damage/irregular heart vessel.
You know I realised something abt myself. I dont take my mom's complain abt her health seriously. Maybe because I am used to seeing her running about (yes she runs still and she is 70) and masih menyangkul kat kebun. She can climb trees if she wants to but only climbs kitchen cabinets to get the dusts and webs out. She used to wash the walls with her own concoction of sabun. She stopped doing that for this year's hari raya. Then again even when my dad complained of pains I took it nonchalantly. I know now it's my own defense mechanism at work. I can't handle my love ones in pain.
Taking care of her made me take a step back. It gave me a chance to take a hard look at her. She has wrinkled flabby skin, her muscles seems all dried out and what's left of her that cloth her body is just her skin. Her eyes are grey and crows feet don't do justice to her. And I began to appreciate the time that Allah has given her, the health He has always promised her. She barely gets sick.
So I guess this is Allah's way of telling her and especially all of us to take time out for ourselves, for our health. You know I used to follow my mom during her hey day to Kelantan on a bus in the morning from Singapore and the moment we dropped off she started buying her keropok and kain and book the next bus home. By midnite or wee hours of morning we would have reached Singapore. Amazingly hyper isn't she? She was in her 50s when she did this.
When she was early 60s she went umrah with my cousin, and could still jump into a bus while the bus was still running. It was hard for all of us, her children to tell her to take it slow. She lives on adrenaline rush. And if you tell her to stay home and just do chores, she be having fever by mid day. And this is no joke. She will be taking panadol and be lying in bed as if she was struck by a bad flu. And her health still permits, she would be one of the contestant in the Amazing Race.
Even my late father was blessed with good health and strength. He could still arm wrestle anybody that challenged him at the age of 70. Even though by then he had a bit of heart condition and a spine problem.
SO ALHAMDULILLAH. Allah wants my mom to take a breather. I know she'll be back on her feet soon (she's already planning trips to Johor, Bintan and KL) but I know this time she will take it slow.
