Today is 20th March. And while driving back to the office after Friday prayer, I remembered that if my brother Azmir is still alive, he would be 37 years old today. I believe I've never talk or write about him ever here. Well, he (Mior Azmir) was my youngest brother and passed away at the age of 26.
When he passed on 11 years ago we still regard him as our baby brother. You see, Azmir never did grow up. Azmir was a special kid. A high fever when he was two impeded his development. From there on, Azmir changed our life. Except for going to the school, my mother stopped going out as she spent her time solely to care for my brother.
Azmir had a real temper and when he was having his 'outburst', he would, for some reasons, take it out on Mak or Wan Je - his beloved ...er.. nanny. And we the brothers and Bapak would have to restrain him. That happened quite a lot. As he grew older he became even more violent and often he would only stop after he managed to break one of the glass window panes. I remembered Bapak having to buy and replace the broken window quite so often then.
To make matters worse, he also suffered from fits of epilepsy, which unfortunately happened quite regularly too. Naturally, all through his life, he had to rely on medication. And to make him take his medicine was also a huge task.
Despite all these, we have had some pretty hillarious memory of Azmir. He loved to sing (out of tune, of course) and eat, obviously. I think, in his own way, he also adored all his nieces and nephews.
And when he was in his good mood, he would cuddled up with us watching television. That was priceless. Al Fatihah, Mir. We miss you... a lot!!!!!