On the Burial Day...

Everyone seemed to be fine during the 3days of wake. But it was not until the last day when the last round of prayers are done in the morning before we send her to Nirvana Memorial Park in Semenyih, everyone couldn't hold back their tears and cried.

It was the most heart-wrenching moment when we circled grandma's coffin 5 rounds calling her name and asking her to rest in peace before we knelt down before the altar and the Taoist priest chanting while her coffin is being shut for good. I heard the musking tape being pulled and my tears just kept rolling down, knowing that it was the last sight of her.




After that, we all had to walk without shoes from the Nirvana Memorial Centre, to the bus and then to the graveyard. My uncles had to push the hearse which was an Estima about 100m while we followed behind until it reached the main road. After that, we got onto the bus and start our journey to Semenyih. We had to hire two buses due to the amount of relatives and visitors paying their last respects to grandma.

I was very touched that my wine drinking friends send my grandma a beautiful flower stand with flowers that even I have not seen before. But I was even more touched when one of my friends whom used to be my blog reader a few months ago and now a friend whom I've met less than a few times had come to pay his respects to grandma. I deeply appreciate this and I would like to thank everyone whom send me their deepest condolences to me and my family on the loss.



The Nirvana Memorial Park in Semenyih is indeed a very neat and nice cemetery. It doesn't give you the creeps and I am very happy that Grandma will be buried together with Grandpa whom my uncles had just moved his remains from Ipoh a couple of weeks ago. The service provided by Nirvana is indeed 5 star. There were canopy and umbrellas all ready for us when we arrived. Everything went on smoothly.

Grandma is 86 years old. I think her passing is for the better as her sufferings would end and she'll be moving on to another world. I also did a video to share it with my cousins whom is unable to make it back for grandma's burial.

RIP my Dearest Grandma...

RIP my dearest grandma

Initially I wanted to write a light post for Friday but my grandma's sudden passing yesterday morning at 6am did gave me a shock when I woke up at 7am and received a call from my uncle breaking the news. I've written about my grandma being in coma months ago and finally after the doctor pestered us to discharge her after seeing that she could breathe on her own and opened her eyes, she passed away days after.

I think it was for the better. I'm glad that she doesn't need to go through anymore sufferings. Or could it be that she had the sixth sense that we were going to visit my grandpa's grave at Nirvana in Semenyih this Sunday after moving his remains from Ipoh 2 weeks ago and decided that she went as well?

After knowing the news, I did however went to work. I don't know if I was being rude but even I was there by her bed that morning, there was nothing I could do and because it was my last two weeks with the company, I had all my appointments all planned out to handover my job to the senior manager as the company has not found anyone to take over my responsibilities. I was also in charged of the MIHAS exhibition next week and I just couldn't excuse myself from all the workload.



I hope grandma understands me and forgive me by not being there with her earlier.

Mom & dad couldn't make it as they were both overseas. I as the eldest child will have to represent my parents at the funeral. It was held at Nirvana Memorial Center in Sungai Besi and I must say that this is my first time partaking in a prayer as a family member in a funeral. When I was 3 years old, my grandpa passed away and I couldn't remember much about then.



This place looks like a hotel and there's a nice, cosy and comfortable lounge area for visitors and family members. There's even 2 Gintell massage chairs if you have sore muscles and aching back. Refreshments are provided and they take care of every single detail professionally. All you need is to attend, and then pay!

The prayers will be held daily from 7.30pm to 11.30pm from Thursday to this Saturday 19th and on Sunday, it would be from 8.30am to 10.30am before sending her for burial in Nirvana Memorial Park in Semenyih.

RIP grandma.

Obituary - Mdm Foo Kam Lan

Level 1, Room 18 (Lily)

NIRVANA MEMORIAL CENTRE
No 1, Jalan 1/116A, Off Jalan Sungai Besi,
57100 Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia
Tel: (603) 7981 8899
Location map here.

Obituary

Well, doesn't the title sounds bleak enough? I don't often have people running to me or calling me to tell me about the death of a certain person but this morning I had the shock of my life when my mum came into my room, teary eyed and broke the news to me. Our neighbour, Mr. Peter Hastie had passed away yesterday due to a heart attack after a badminton game.

Yesterday, Aunt Frances was trying to stop her husband from going for badminton with his friends but he insisted to play. Little did she know that it was the last time she would ever see and talk to her husband. It was such a heart-wrenching incident that I, myself find it a bit difficult to digest.

At 41, Uncle Peter was too young for this. He left 2 adorable boys, Scott and Ian, both merely 10years old to go through life without their dad whom loves them so much and also his beloved wife. He used to work in Carlsberg where every chinese new year, he would give us cartons of beers and he and Aunt Frances are our best neighbours as they are very close to my mum. Ever since he worked at Volvo about half a year ago, he drives home a different Volvo every month and I'm sure I'll miss the feeling of going ooh-ahh over the cars he drove everytime I passed by his home. Although I don't talk that often to Uncle Peter, I'm sure I'll miss seeing him around in his garden on weekends and seeing the kids playing with their dad. It's a scenario that would never repeat itself.

Maybe the kids were too young to understand, but losing a father is really a big impact to them. None of them are able to hear his father's last words, all happy moments remained as memories. Who would have known that a badminton game looked so harmless, yet life-threatening? There were actually many cases of death from badminton as it's a high-energy packed game where enough stretching exercise and a strong heart is a must. For those who loves badminton and are not so young anymore should really take extra precaution.

This post is dedicated to my dearest neighbour, Uncle Peter. I wish the family my deepest condolences and may the future be bright for the beloved wife and kids. There's a light at the end of every tunnel. Thus, be strong as this is not end of life itself and you're definitely not alone.

This reminds me of CC's Lone Star and it shared the same sentiments.

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