I heard the news on MixFm while sending my kids to school. YAB Datin Seri Endon Mahmood passed away this morning at 7.55 am. She lost her battle with breast cancer three years after she was diagnosed and a year after her twin sister, Noraini succumbed to the big C. Though I've read in the papers that her doctors had advised Pak Lah to spend more quality time with her, the news was unexpected and shocking. Did I hear wrongly? I turned to the other radio channels. They were playing instrumental music and Traxx FM was airing a prayer. It's true then.
The sky was grey and it was raining outside. Inside my car, no. 3 and 4 were chatting happily away. No. 3 was describing the magic show he watched during Children's Day celebration at school yesterday. I urmmed and aahed at him, but the tears were forming in my eyes. He didn't notice when I grabbed a tissue to wipe my eyes, he probably thought I was just wiping off some dust.
I've never met Datin Seri Endon or Pak Lah before but I've read of their love and devotion for each other. My heart goes out to her family who must now cope with their grief, especially to our PM who still has a country to run while grieving for his beloved wife.
On my way home, the radio was playing an instrumental piano version of Love is Blue. The words played in my mind and I thought how apt the lyrics are for Pak Lah.
Blue, blue, my world is blue
Blue is my world now I'm without you
Gray, gray, my life is gray
Cold is my heart since you went away.
My deepest condolences to Datuk Seri Abdullah Ahmad Badawi and his family.
Here is the link to The Star's article.
4 comments:
so so so sad - another victim of the big C
I've rec the said news early in the morning and so I declared to the staffs that our office will be closed tomorrow to mourn the loss of the premier's wife.
According to a closed friend of PM, Endon is his most loving person.
Some women can make us feel the way we feel about the passing away of Datin Sri Endon.
We didn't see her often enough on TV attending functions or state banquet but we remember her motherly/sisterly way, a faint smile as if suppressing the pain so we won't worry about her husband's full devotion to the country. A true woman that she was, she wanted the country to see that her pain was in no way an obstacle to husband's duty.
No woman whom I never met or never talked to has ever made me feel so empty and sad for going away in the morning. Here I am in the middle of South China, watching the waves pounding away at the platform, heavy clouds, grey skies and thunder with electric storm heading this way, I think of Datin Sri Endon, a woman with a perpetual smile who suffered alone.
Here's to you, ma'am.
KT, I hope some genius will invent a sure-fire cure for this killer disease, soon.
p3p4, that's a sweet gesture.
bergen, beautifully written. I feel even more melancholy after reading what you wrote.
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