My final journey with my mother was on the 25th of June 2009. After 5 days, we have to undertake the last journey to her resting place in Nilai Memorial Park. We played the last songs for her the night before and on the morning of her departure from the home. The last day of the funeral was far the saddest comparatively to the journey for the funeral. That day I did not shed a tear and was "strong" in my emotions. My dad was a train wreck in terms of his behaviour and emotion. I think mum didn't expect the old man to be hit the hardest that day. I was not surprised that nobody sat next to him and comfort him. Even his own brothers and sisters didn't comfort him that much. Perhaps they have their reasons and I think I know their reasons too. After finishing the last songs, a loud band came to the home and the coffin was pushed out of the home into the hearse. As the eldest, I had to sit in the hearse taking my mother to her final destination and make the last journey with her to Nilai. Only during the journey to Nilai which took 1 hour, make me realised that this is 100% the last journey with my mum. 7 months ago before the wedding I took my mum to so some shopping for her clothes which she would wear for my wedding. After the wedding, we went to Genting for a short retreat and holiday. I didn't expect that it would be the last holiday with my mother. Maybe she knows that would be her last and I think she was very happy to know that she has a wonderful daughter-in-law.

 

The last journey meant a lot and up to now I still have that day replaying in my mind!