A DAY I SHALL NEVER FORGET It was a day I shall never forget. She lef without a word a word. I looked at her pale face and cold body. My tears just flowed. I still remember vividly that fate ful day. A phonecall from Melaka brought news that my beloved grandmother had met with an accident. To me, she was the dearest and most important person in my life. No more will I see her chubby cheeks and warm smile on her lips. On that day, she had gone out to buy some gifts. She had told her neighbour that she wanted to visit us in Muar. On her way back along a busy street, she was knocked down by a speeding car. My grandmother was in a coma and she never regained consciousness. The police could not contact or trace nearest kin for she did not have her identity card with her. My grandfather became very suspicious that something was amiss and searched everywhere for her. Finally he found her in the general hospital! Obviously, someone had mentione d to hi m about the road accident earlier. It was already six in the evening. At once, my grandfather contacted us. My grandmother had suffered a very serious brain injury and the doctors were trying their best to save her. We left Muar immediately but when we arrived at Merlimau, my uncle’s mobile phone rang. The person at the other line sadly told us that grandmother had just passed away. Our hearts broke and we were sobbing uncontrollably. She was still young, only 60 years old. It was very painful to know that no one was by her side at the very moment of her death. I remember the advice she had given me all these years. I treasure the things that she had left for me– the pictures that we had taken together, which I would cherish forever. I will never, ever forget the day she left us. May god bless her and may her soul rest in peace.
