I was still sleeping, my phone rang, I did not want to answer because I was still in Jakarta, long distance calls are expensive…. but it did not stop so I answered.
It was Daniel’s cousin, I thought he wanted to talk about the paint but no.
He said he could not manage to get Daniel who was in Taiwan and asked for my help… Then suddenly he burst out crying and said Daniel’s mother had just passed away suddenly that morning!
I was like rudely awakened from my dream and shocked, my mind could not compute and I was stunned! I did not know how to respond…
He asked for my help to contact and inform Daniel.
My mind was still confused and mixed with all kinds of thoughts: perplexity, sadness, self-blame, regret, pain, confusion…
O God, how am I going to tell Daniel? He had only returned to Taiwan barely two days ago… and now this happened!
I got in touch with him. I told him something happened at home and asked him to book the air ticket to fly home immediately. He asked me as to what happened and who? I did not know how to answer…
He continued asking: is it mother? I said yes.
He asked what happened to mother? I gathered up my courage and said softly, mum has left…
He responded with: Is it true? And immediately became very quiet, very quiet…
What else could I say? What else could I do? I just kept crying out to the Lord in my heart to comfort and take charge…
I asked Jaydon to take over the phone, we started arranging for everything, air tickets and so on.
I wanted Jaydon to fly home with Daniel even though Daniel said he would come back alone. I happened to be transitting to Kuching at KL airport too that day, so I changed to a latter flight to wait for them there in KL.
When we met, it was all very silent. I could only give him a hug and after that just put my hand on his shoulder and sat beside him quietly throughout…
Apart from forcing a few words of comfort and encouragement, I had nothing else to say as I knew human words could not do anything, only the Spirit and the love of God could minister true healing and comfort.
When we arrived in Kuching, it was already midnight, may brothers and sisters were there waiting at the airport. He did not greet or talk to anyone. We went straight to the funeral parlour.
As soon as he got out of the car, he walked straight to the casket and just looked at his mother’s face. He did not cry, he did not make a sound, he just stood there looking at his mum for a very long time. He did not move at all, his fingers holding tightly to the edge of the casket…
I could only stand behind him to accompany him, I had nothing to say, my mind was blank… Just by looking at his back, my heart broke to pieces.
After some time had passed, he allowed me to send him home to wash and to later come back to the funeral parlour again to watch the night.
I will never forget that scenario when he walked into that small room he had shared with his mother for 27 years…
As soon as he entered, he just stopped and stood there staring at his mother’s bed, some of her clothings were still on the bed. He stood there staring at the bed for a long time, then he slumped and sat on the floor. There he was staring at the ground for a long time too, not crying, not speaking, not moving…
Then he quietly told me to go home to wash myself too, and said he would like to be alone for a while.
On my way to and fro, I prayed continually. O Lord, only You can comfort, only You can encourage…
When we came back to the funeral parlour, he could begin to speak a little to us.
I was comforted. A few of us stayed with him till morning…
That day, I felt very helpless, I did not know what to say.
I could only pray for the Spirit of God to come and work, and for the love of God to comfort.
All I could do was to put my hand on his shoulder to let him know God is always there with him, and I will always be there for him too…