It's 12.25am, Tuesday. It's Hari Raya.
How swiftly time flies. Somehow you could feel it this Ramadan. It's amazing.
Also Ramadan has been notably good. Could be the weather. Mostly cool days.
People I talked to agree that this time they could feel how time swiftly flew by.
Hari Raya 2011. Another Hari Raya? Always another Hari Raya.
I am now at Bapak's place. Our customary Raya eve at Bapak's.
There was a time, Raya eve was noisy and riotous. We'd be firing crackers and making a din. It was fabulous.
These days, we play "bunga api". Good enough. Still fabulous.
I usually visit Mak's (and then Kak Piah's, and much later, Bapak's) grave early Raya morning around 7. There'd be people but not too crowded. A little later and the cemetery would be brimming with visitors. And parking would be a nightmare.
This year, we decided to visit the graves a day before Raya. It seems sensible and practical,.
I thought, in all my wisdom, that we should have always done this.
So, at about 10 yesterday morning, we visited Mak, Bapak and Kak Piah. Our other sister, Kak Eda is buried in Subang Jaya.
We all feel the oldness of our lives. In Singapore, we've left with only one aunt and an "aunt-in-law" - Cik Ah and Cik Zai (Bapak's younger sister and sister-in-law).
Bapak's older sisters and younger brothers have all died.
Our older cousins have all passed on.
Mak is survived by her older sister, Wak Nah and youngest sister, Mak Busu.
Now, the kids have all grown up. How they have grown up.
The younger ones still remember Bapak. Soon, he'd be a fleeting memory. That comes with time.
Another Raya. Always another Raya. But never the same.
We miss you Bapak, Mak, Kak Piah and Kak Eda. Al Fatihah.
Anyway, here's wishing everyone a Selamat Hari Raya.
Have a blessed one.