Several years ago...
Grandma: Will I ever see my grandchild get married?
Me: You already have! Abang Fareez is already married.
Grandma: That's grandson, it's different. What about my granddaughters? What about Farah? What about you? Will I ever see you get married?
Me: Of course you will. There's plenty of time.
Grandma: Perhaps I will be dead by then.
Me: No way! I'm sure you'll live to that moment!
She was right. I was wrong.
Today, I sent my grandma to her final resting place.
The moment the ustaz read the talkin, citing both her Chinese and Muslim names, it dawned on me - my grandma is gone. She's really gone.
Grandma, I'm sorry that one wish of yours didn't come true...