Ten years ago today, my father passed away. He was 65. Although my father had high blood pressure for years and swollen heart, his passing was very sudden.
It was around 10.30pm when my father’s friend’s knocking at our front door, telling us that my father was unconscious after vomited at a nearby coffee shop while playing Chinese chess with him. My mother rushed to the coffee shop which was only about 3 minutes walk from our house; she still could feel my father’s breath. They were transporting him to a doctor who stayed a few doors away from the coffee shop when I reached there a few minutes later. I tried to feel the pulse at his wrist as I have always monitored it for him, but I couldn’t find any. Soon after, the doctor confirmed that my father had died.
All of us were shocked; he was on medication and looked well when he left the house.
Last Saturday, when I was in my hometown (Medan), my family had a simple prayer ceremony for my late father at home.
Time really flies; he was the greatest man I’ve ever known!