Ayah is in KB tonight. He's being asked to be an external examiner for a Clinical Exam for Masters students of U*M Medical School there. He took the cab to KLIA at 4:30pm today, and Insya Allah he'll be back by 10:00pm tomorrow night. He'll only be away for just over 24 hours, but somehow I am missing him....And I mean REALLY missing him.
It's not as if he has never been away before. In fact, he's a seasoned traveller - often leaving me with the kids for days, sometimes more than a week at any one time. And more often than not, he would be away to places much, much further than KB. And, hey... we were apart for 7 months when I was in Newcastle just some time ago.
So, the only explanation as to why it is that I'm feeling extra melancholy NOW about him being away is that I've been reading Shila's, Idham's and D's latest postings tonight (especially D's) which have stirred some really deep emotions in me...
I guess there can never be enough time spent with our loved ones.
I guess sometimes we do take our loved ones for granted.
I guess sometimes we just assume that they know we love them.
I guess sometimes we do not realize just how significant the things in our lives which we see as insignificant, are.
I guess sometimes we refuse to acknowledge, or we choose not to linger too long or too much on the facts of life...that the inevitable will happen.
I guess sometimes we just don't want to think beyond today or tomorrow.
I guess sometimes we just assume too much about everything and anything.
I guess sometimes we take a LOT of things for granted.
And I KNOW that I'm not alone in being guilty of all of the above.
So, I just want Ayah to know that tonight -
I miss the sound of his car driving into the driveway.
I also miss the sound of his key going through the keyhole as he unlocks the front door.
I miss the sound of his car when he turns the alarm on.
I miss watching him hug his kids as he enters through the front door.
I miss his peck on my cheeks.
I miss his hugs.
I miss the sound of the cutleries as he has his dinner.
I miss the never-ending phone calls he receives from, and makes to the hospital.
I miss watching him wrestle with and/or tickle his kids on the floor.
I miss watching him perform his solat.
I miss his sneeze.
I miss watching him (TRY TO) do his work at home...
And hey, I have to admit - I even miss the sound of his gentle snoring...
And I miss the three little words that he would say to me every night before he says his "goodnight" and goes to sleep...
And tonight, I just want to say - I love you, too...very, very much.
See you tomorrow night, dear.