A Post....Just for You, My Friend. My Great Friend

Been wanting to put this one up since Sunday but I don’t know how to ‘cos it’s rather difficult to start with. However, let’s try this for once but me thinks it’s gonna be with a heavy heart.

Was browsing through my blog last nite, only to find that I’ve been blogging for almost 3 years now. What a great feat eh?? Funny how it all started with life surrounded by absurd, retarded customers until today, which is surrounded by the likes of ‘em, and somehow I feel there’s a change in the way I blog in opposed to the origin of this blog. And funnily enough that I didn’t put this very article even after it happen way before the start of this humble blog of mine. Meh. What am I mumbling about. Just ignore those. I just wanna make the entry abit longer as it seems.

Got a friend, to whom I know him since the start of the century. A good mate, whom I shared the laughter,the tears, the crazy stuff happen in the office with. There’s nothing that we won’t share, ‘cept for life partner of cause. He was my mentor, my senior, the person that I look up to back then. simply because he’s so knowledgeable in work as well as in life. So much stuff in common between both of us. Even our birth year and month is the same, we’re just a week apart in terms of birthday. Talk about coincident in life. He was the one who picked me up when I was down in year 2005. Strive hard together to get through that hard times. But a year after that, something happen.

I guess you shuda guessed it by now. My mate was down with some mysterious sickness that nothing can cure of. Went to a doc. Doc said the sickness is really, really, really rare in this world. Only 2-3% of people in this world will get this kinda sickness. I’ve forgotten the name of the disease *or it might have not been told to me ever*. It’s recoverable only by Chemotherapy. Yeah. We all know how expensive it is to go through that Chemotherapy session. Each session will cost the patient a whole lot more financially than one can imagine. Even that, the Chemotherapy session would not even guarantee his recovery. Hearing this, the family decided to try another way traditionally. They went to some ancient sensei for some guidance and hopefully some ways to help in curing this mysterious sickness that my mate has. In short, and cruelly put it, from my point of view, my mate is just waiting for THE day to come and he’ll be with the likes of Zeus, Poseidon, James Dean, MJ to where they are now. Yeah. He’s waiting to die.

Eversince the news broke out about his sickness, he has not been answering our calls, no reply on messages. it makes me feels like he’s avoiding the world ‘cos of the sickness. We even went to his house but everytime got shoo-ed off by his family member in a polite manner as :” he’s not feeling well and he needs to rest now”. In normal circumstances, I would’ve fuck them up straight but shouting what the fuck is wrong with him. But knowing this mate of mine for half a decade, he would’ve at least tell us what’s wrong with him. Seeing this, I think something is terribly wrong with him already.

When my mate was well, he’s well built, almost same size like me, a tad bit of beer belly, average height, with healthy skin. But after the sickness struck him, his weight socially has gone down drastically. His beer belly has disappeared. His chin has gone down from square to sharp, his cheek has deepened inside as if there were insufficient flesh. With that being said, all these changes made his appearance looked like a child without enough food from those 3rd world country. This is the impression that I’ve got when I went and visit him with another close mate after he got the sickness.

Few weeks later, ‘twas only me who went and visit him. He was just lying on bed, unable to raise his hand, talking to me, with his weak voice. Went into his room, he was covered with blanket, sorta complaining about the weather being abit cold, even without the aircon on and ‘twas a sunshining evening. This made me even worrying for him.

I can’t get the exact date of him leaving us but I do know how he said goodbye to us.

‘twas a fine noon. As usual, my mate went for his usual doc session early morning. Everything was in order and okay. When he reached home, his dad was about to carry him outta car. With my mate’s hands on his dad’s shoulder, he suddenly went blank. His legs were energyless. His whole body collapsed on his dad. And that was it. That’s the end of his journey in this world. He has joined the aforementioned great people who have ever graced this world. I’ve just lost a great, great, great friend.

He’s gone. Went for his funeral on nite time. Met lotsa friends, long time friends from same team previously. Those who left, those are stil in the team. Had a great reunion, in a sad, sad way. No tears at all. Strange eh? That’s how it was on that nite.

Come morning, when we’re supposed to send him to incineration. His last journey with us. When I was on my way to the venue of his funeral prior seeing him off the road, I was having flashbacks of the time we spent together throughout that 5-6 years period. Suddenly, tears started to flow down my eyes. I can hardly contain those emotions. The feeling was unspeakable how I felt at that time. All I know was that, I was driving with watery eyes throughout the whole trip to the funeral. 30-45 minutes of tears flowing non-stop. This is the 1st time ever I’ve cried throughout my life.

Arrived at the funeral, the monk did some “ceremony” prior to sending him off to the final journey. Final nail onto the coffin. That was it. All who present were crying out loud, if not weeping. All eyes were watery. Tears were shed. Off we go. ‘twas about 1km of walking, with the vehicle that drove his coffin away. Again, the tears continue to flow. Flashbacks, flashbacks after flashbacks. Tears, tears. Those were the only thing that I could think about while seeing him off.

Arrived at the venue of seeing his body being burnt to ashes. The moment the coffin were lowered down to the incineration container. I struggled to pull myself together. My mate’s life partner was rushing towards the coffin to stop the coffin from going down, but the effort was useless for it was a fact that his body is going to be burnt down to ashes. All emotions were running wild the moment the fire was lit. the coffin was slowly moving towards the fire. Screams, shouts, cries, weeps. All you can think of, it’s all happening at the same time. Gosh. That was too much for me stuff.

That was it. A friend which will be long remembered. A close mate. A great mate. Lost. You might be askin’ why this sudden sad post of mine this morning.

Yeah. I went and pray for him on Sunday. Flashbacks struck me again. Hence the intention of this post.

Rest in peace, KK. I shall remember you for always.