Yesterday when i came in the office i got a call from Carlina. I was told that one of our ex staff in Bintulu died of a heart attach. Memories of him come flashing through my head and it nearly bring me to tears.
Amir was a good and a very honourable guy, not only that hee is a very hardworking, honest, person but most of all he is a good friend. His death was a great lost to those people who knew him. I share a lot of good moments with him but the thing that i treasure the most is the table that he made especially for me. I requested him for a Japanese table ( well i was only hinting how i would love a Japanese table) and after a few days he called me up and showed me the table that he made especially for me( although i do have my saying on this heheh), but i felt so touch and that table was the only thing i took back from bintulu to KL when i got transfered here. A lot of people requested for that particular table but i refuse to give away it coz its was presented from a good Friend.
But what made me regret the most is, i didnt make an effort to meet with him the whole time i was in KL. I guess i'm too caught up with my work and things circling around me and now its too late. I tried to call the family but nobody answered maybe they are still grieving for him.
But, soon after that i called my sister to ask her if i could meet a person that i haven't talk for almost 5 years plus. I guess the death of my Amir made me realise how short and precious life is. I called up my mum to say hello too.. i need to do that more often from now on.
May his soul rest in peace and may the good lord keep him at peace amen.
