Timeless Memories

I managed to go and see Arwah Dr Kamal's mum a few days back.
Alhamdulillah a truly blessed and healthy 83 year old Opah with 17 beloved grandchildren.
A number of them have gotten married too.

Coincidentally, Arwah Dr Kamal's wife was also around.
She and her MIL had just came back.
Aunty K goes for her routine medical check up every 6 months.

A most gracious lady whom I have never had the pleasure of being acquainted with until then.
Such a striking resemblance of her arwah hubby.
The sincere warmth, signature smile and natural humbleness was frankly similar.

She had to reluctantly leave after lunch as the pest control guy was on his way to her house.

Banun and I had the pleasant company of Aunty K's 93 year old and 70 year old sisters too.
It was later raining heavily outside and so my excuse to overstay came in handy.
Banun waited so patiently for me, and replied extremely politely only when the elders inquired.

Earlier, I was welling in tears down memory steps when a maid confirmed Aunty K was at home.
What I wanted to desperately reflect, and be refreshed with, did manage to come closer.

The wondrous, heavenly journey Aunty K travelled was clearly evident from the countless display of beautiful family frames on the walls, photos covering every inch of table cabinet space, and from every nostalgic decor that filled the various glass cupboards.
Each memorable piece had a jeweled story to cherish.

Even the salted egg jars which my arwah mak regularly presented to Aunty K, were happily utilized and tucked among her luscious array of those old fashioned ferns and household plants at the porch.

Every nook and corner inside the home, and her neat, simple garden encircling the sweet loving abode, all described the evergreen, bountiful treasure of blissful happiness endowed upon a very dear family neighbour my arwah mak first had the great honour of meeting about 45 years ago.

p.s.
Arwah Dr Ahmad Kamal Hj Mohd wholeheartedly worked in GH for 16 years.
After that, SJMC invited him over.
Apparently, he did not even apply.

His mom recalled  it was done especially more in response to the noble request of his arwah babah.
"You use the people's money to study, you serve the people first!"
And so he obediently bowed in thanks, with full dedication and strong compassion.