On the second day of raya, 16th June 2018 is the date my father leave us. This today I still cries when I thought of him. Sometimes when I am driving alone, sometimes when in a meeting. I just could not hold it.

Words are not enough to describe how I feel and how much I miss him.

Recently there is a lot of heavy rain in Shah Alam and my father’s grave went under. Last weekend my brothers, my mum, my daughter and I went fixing it.

We had to remove the grass and plant from the grave and the stones. Putting in new soil ok top and transfer back the grass and plant to the grave.

Sometimes I regret that I did not spend enough time during his last day’s. He had been sick from pancreatic cancer for about 3 month and going back and forth to the hospital for chemotherapy.