The Weeks After

A couple of weeks had passed since Ba left us. We were still getting ourselves organised in terms of sorting out his paperworks. I had planned to do some paperwork with my Mum next Thursday which should take me the whole afternoon.

All of us were still recovering from the shock of the loss, but were gradually coming to terms. My Mum had been staying with Julia in the past week and I planned to bring her to our apartment in a couple of days. We have yet to decide on our long-term plans. There were a few ideas floated, but we had decided to do a bit of renovation again to our apartment to create a guess room at the expense of my study.

Plenty of our relatives had visited my Mum either at her place or at Julia's. She seemed OK but I was sure come Ramadhan, when she was active at her surau with Ba, she might miss him. At the moment she remained occupied.