Bungking Numan, my uncle, passed away last Saturday (June 16, 2012), due to heart failure. And, to be honest, I’m not sure how I feel about it. When I had first heard about his death, I was sad and angry at the same time due to some reason.it was almost the same type of incident at the hospital that happened to my late grandfather. I wanted to rush to back home from Times Square at that moment and straightly fly away to Sarawak. Instead, I took a step back, and thought about what I really wanted to do reasonably.
I always believed that my uncle and I had a very close relationship. Disregard who were they actually as I am a Muslim and they were a Christian. Then again my late uncle had no encounter with us at all since he was the one that assimilated well with society back then. In addition his son also converted to Muslim just like my mum. As an extraneous member of the family, we were not put aside. That is the fun of it because in comparison within the Malay side of my family, it can be mention that the tile of relationship is totally different.
This man was extremely independent, never complained about any problems he may have had, kept busy and up to date with current issue because he was former policeman during his young. The man worked until he was old at his own field after his retirement. With that being said, I have come to realize something over the year that everything changes. We were becoming closed up until the moment that I do welcome to stay at their home, though we just met just once every 6 month or so.
p/s: wordless..just a silent treatment for me..