He is a son… a brother, a teacher, a husband, a son in law and to us, he is an uncle. Pak Jid as what we call him. Quiet, always with his smile, soft spoken man. After so many years, he is finally a father to a sweet boy. He is a good man and always is.
They said thing happened for reasons. He suffered for more than a year of an illness science fails to explain. Those feelings on that Saturday morning were nothing to compare to. Those are the times when loves really matters and lucky for my aunt, she is blessed with a great brothers and sisters. Those are moments when I’m thankful for having them in my life.
To our dearest Mak Uji and Udin, there are no words of comfort than can wipe all those tears. We cry with you till the last tears. For tomorrow, we are and will always with you. And he will too.
In memories of our dearest Pak Jid;
Mohd Yazid Bin Saimon (03.04.1964 – 03.09.2011)