Menghabiskan Sisa-Sisa Hidup?

Ramai warga emas yang kesunyian kerana tinggal bersendirian setelah anak-anak berumah tangga dan bila pasangan meninggal dunia.

Timbul perkataan seperti - mengharungi sisa-sisa hidup - seolah olah memberi makna kehidupan menjadi kosong dan hanya menunggu panggilan Ilahi......

Ada yang menyepi diri, ada yang beribadat sepenuh masa, ada yang meratapi nasib sendiri, ada yang dilanda stress , ada yang mengongkong anak-anak supaya sentiasa bersamanya.....

Pernah suatu ketika dulu seorang sahabat mengongsi pengalaman yang dia dapat melalui ahli keluarganya. Katanya kita kena berdikari dalam segala hal dan kena ingat anak- anak sudah ada kehidupan sendiri jangan harap sangat mereka boleh bersama kita setiap masa...
( melainkan sakit pening )...

Menjadi orang tua tidaklah begitu mudah.... menjadi tempat rujukan anak cucu, menjadi contoh teladan , menunjukkan kasih sayang.....
Kalau anak cucu sudah tidak menghormati tok nenek mereka , sudah tentu mereka dianggap sebagai beban...

Alaaa tak naklah pegi rumah nenek...semua tak boleh buat...
..........asyik marah- marah tak bagi kita buat bising...
....boringlah........
dan lain- lain lagi!

About Tok Wan Ku Mi

Part 1

My earliest ever recollection of myself was when my mother carried me from the middle of the house to the kitchen. She was crying softly to herself and wiping her tears with her baju Kedah sleeve. I just stared at her.

There were people visiting. Must be her friends. It was about me. I was sick. I was a sickly little boy. She cried because she thought I would not survive my ailment. Visiting friends more or less confirm it.

Life was hard then. In the late 1940's I was about 4 years old in rural Kedah.Our health and medical services were not what it is now. Now, to me we have one of the best public health and medical services in the world! Where do a large majority of population get  medical treatment and medicines. And the medicines given to patients are really good as compared to those given by some private medical practitioners.

During those times sickness could lead to eventual demise. Three of her children and a stepson had died earlier.Four have survived. And then there's me - 50:50  probability either way.

Of those who died one was at early infancy, the others were 1 year old, 2 year old and 10 years  died of fever ( maybe some kind of viral attack ). I don't envy her phobia of death ( of her children ). And the circumstances. When I was brought to the world I was the tiniest baby ever!