and it's amazingly relieving to know, that he accepted Christ the night before, not as a last minute i-know-i'm-gonna-die sorta thing, but as an honest sincere decision. why? because he didn't know he was going to die.
my dad had sat down in the middle of the kitchen, his seat on a chair and his legs propped up on another one.
my maid had gone up to tell us. i was the only one who heard and/or was available, so i went down to check.
seeing him on the char in the middle of nowhere, i asked "dad, what happened?"
"it's okay, i'm okay. just need to rest for a while." (the words might not be exact, as i had just woken up.)
"alright." i hugged him. one last time.
i started on my way back upstairs, when he called after me.
"goodnight."
"haha, dad. we just woke up, it's 6am."
his fever had made him ever so slightly delusional.
i went back upstairs, had to dress for teacher's day, as i was supposed to emcee. but eh, it could wait, so i lay down for a while more.
five, ten minutes later, my maid comes rushing upstairs.
"Ma'm, ma'm! Sir collapse!"
the whole family rushed out of their rooms, zooming downstairs into the backyard.
he thought he had garnered enough strength to walk to one of his favourite spots in the house- the steps leading to the backyard. my maid, after supporting him there, left him, but even seated down he couldn't support his back upright.
our family gathered around him. people rushed in and out of the house. called ambulance. called my godma (dad's sis). mum started performing cpr.
"hello? 44 Jalan Kesoma." I said into the phone.
"6282 6491. yes, please come quickly."
"is he breathing?" the man on the other side asked.
"yes." i replied.
my mum exclaimed frantically, "barely!"
"barely!" i said into the phone.
"okay we're on our way now."
"yes, please come quickly." i said.
"okay."
i rushed back to my dad's side. mum was still performing cpr, russ and rach were crying, saying daddy please, daddy please, and crying out dad! dad!!! reuben held his right hand, tears streaming down, and told my distraught mother, "daddy feels very cold, mum."
i sat beside him, on the steps, holding his left hand, and kept praying, kept proclaiming Jesus' name, kept proclaiming that he won't go on that day.
ambulance came, doctors did cpr, loaded him onto the ambulance.
after calling our respective schools to tell them we couldn't go, my godma arrives shortly after on a cab, and then drives us on our parents' car to the hospial.
we wait anxiously for half an hour, while i keep building up faith that he won't die on that day.
and like a movie, the nurse calls his name.
"Goh Lye Guan?"
we follow her to a doctor, he slowly breaks the news to us in an ambiguous manner which becomes unambiguous when the word "death" is heard.
emotions shatter across the people.
i had not absorbed it yet because i was in some sort of denial.
"it can't be, it can't be. God like how You rose up Lazarus, like how You rose up the man's little girl, even if my dad's dead you can raise him up."
a while later, we're led in to see the body.
i touch him.
"daddy, wake up."
my mum's tearful eyes looked into mine and she said "ryan, don't ask dad to wake up, let him go peacefully."
and then i broke down.
and it's already been more than a week.
seems really recent, yet really long ago.
funny to think how his last words were like an accident yet not so. he didn't know he was going, after i left him he told my maid that he was going to the doctor later and told her that he wanted her to iron and ready his pants, etc.
how did he accept Christ?
well my mum felt it in her heart to share with him one more time the night before. so she did, and asked him if he wanted to, and he said ok, twice to confirm. she then prayed with him.
the following morning (his last), he told my mum how the numbness in his fingers had left him, and he proclaimed thanks to Jesus. he told my mum how various pain in parts of his body had left him, and he thanked Jesus, all as my mum recalls, in a child-like voice, one she never heard him speak in before.
well, i'll see you soon dad. thanks for accepting Christ, it's really heart-lifting. the human side of me wished that i could see the new-born you now, but God had called you back for a greater, better purpose.
and so, till I wake up on those golden roads, where the light is bright, and meet you again,
i'll have to say, goodnight, dad.
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