It was a typical busy Monday. I was finalizing an episode, about to do voice over and preparing for an assignment in the afternoon.
At 11.15 am, my brother called...
Bro: Nenek is not breathing!
Me: Give her mobilizer!
Bro: It's not working!
Me: Give her CPR!
Bro: I don't know how!
Me: I'll guide you!
Bro: Wait..Pak Ngah's here.
Pak Ngah: Irin, nenek dah tak ada...
I've never cried so hard in my entire life. My grandmother - the only grandparent I have left, is gone.
It was the first time a death in the family left such a great impact on me. Throughout the day I was hopeful that she might open her eyes again and happy to see all her loved ones around her. But it was just hopeful thinking.
I was very attached to her as she lived with us until last December (that was when she moved in with my aunt). Mer and I would entertain her daily, I would feed her lunch/dinner, kiss her goodbye before I leave for work...and 22 January 2007, I kissed her for the last time.