Final Goodbye…

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So, we made our trip there with my relatives and arrived at the house.
I couldn’t control my tears the moment I saw him lying there motionless on the floor.
After a short pay of respect and prayers, we headed outside the house to find out what happened.
We asked around and each of the family members gave a different account. We didn’t know who to believe or what exactly happened and most importantly, how he died.

Saddest thing about it was no matter how much we begged them to let us bring his body back, they stood to their ground and refused our pleas.
They gave their reason. His wife said.. what about the kids? They are still so young. They wanna see their dad too. We, on the other side, are all grown-ups and can travel there to see his grave. I seriously felt like slapping her face. That’s not a good reason! What about us? What about our side? What about his whole family? What about his sick and frail mother who couldn’t see him for the last time? No, she couldn’t care less about anybody else and there was no way we can reason her out. After about the longest hour of dispute, we had no choice but to agree to bury him there. We were given no other options really and because they were so adamant about it and most importantly, we have to think about the departed. He had to be buried as soon as possible. We gave in eventually.. No matter how much we hated it, it’s the best for him.. we had to think what’s best for him. We cannot delay his funeral further. After agreeing for the burial to be held there, we were even forced to sign a paper that states we agree to the burial and that no autopsy are to be done on the body. Again, we had no choice. Then the wait began.. 2 freaking hours we had to wait before the whole process began! And in the end, the burial was held so freaking late that we did not managed to witness his burial. We have booked the last tickets home and we had to go home. I was sad for not being able to see him buried. Why was it late? The reason they gave was………… “Oh, the grave has not been dug yet. So we have to wait until it’s ready then we can clean the body.”

Next, we asked for the death certificate.. They said they didn’t have it.. They went to the hospital and there was a blackout so the doctor couldn’t issue the death cert. And when they asked for it the next day, the doctor was sick and wasn’t able to provide the death cert. BF! Is there only one doctor working in that freaking hospital?? What kind of games are you playing with us??! After non-stop pesterings saying how much we needed the cert, they gave us a paper saying it’s the death cert that they’ve obtained from the sick doctor. He passed away on 24/5/09 and cause of death was assumed by the doctor just because they found things in his pockets. I was dumbfounded. We found out the next day that the certificate they claimed wasn’t the death cert and we had to go back there again another day….

And to make matters worst, one of my aunts acted ridiculously throughout the whole… No respect for the dead at all.. It’s so uncalled for and it made me lose my respect for her.

You can’t imagine how sick, angry and devasted I was that day.. Words can’t justify how I really feel about this..