
It was noon when I got a call from my mom telling me to pick her up because my dear grandfather had passed away in the hospital. It was not as shocking as Mama Aja's death. I knew when I got the call, it was the call that I had been avoiding to receive. The call that I was waiting for in fear but fate was unavoidable. It was time for him to go.
Bapa Aji had been sick since February. He was in and out of hospital. Once he even stayed for nearly 2 months. Doctors even said he had no hopes a few months back. Around April, Bapa Aji had his own little ward in his house. There were oxygen tanks and his very own hospital bed. He was recovering at the time I came back from my internship. He could walk with a walking stick or sit up by himself which made me thought he was doing better.
Though it looks flattering at first but he had gotten worse when it was during Fasting Month. He was eating less and he was told us things as if he knew he was leaving us.
During Raya, we took pictures with him.

This was on the 1st day of Raya. :(
Days before he left us, he was calling his mom and dad..... and he dream about my grandma too. When I heard about that, it was a sign.
I am glad to know that he's not in pain anymore. He's been through a lot so I'm gonna pray for his soul. Hope that Allah SWT place him with the good souls.
The sweetest part was his grave was next to Mama Aja. Seeing them placing his jenazah next to Mama Aja's grave made me smile. Thank god.