13/3/2014
It has been almost a week since MH 370 went missing. I totally can feel the agony of the family. It is easier to bear the loss than to wait of the uncertainty.
We were in Kuching since beginning of 1975, we stayed at the Army quarters near to the RMAF base. Life was peaceful, fun and relaxing. We were like family, when the husbands went to work, all of us housewives met and have morning coffee, the kids were there playing together while the maids stayed home and cook.
I remember Lillian Ooi was the leader since her husband also the Officer in Commend and she was the only one who could drive. She stayed at the next block together with Shanta, Zaiton. In my block there was my best friend Jasmine. There were six families in a block but we, the wives of 7 squadron clicked together except Jasmine and Zaiton.
Our days were more or less routine. Once a week we went to 10th mile Bazaar for marketing. Met for morning coffee in one of our houses. Dressed prettily for the husband to come back for lunch and met again in the afternoon for sewing class or art classes (again Lillian is the one who taught us all these). Once a week had dinner in the officers mess and watched movie or party till very late.
I remember that day very well, or I think I remember it well. It was on the 26th of April 1976. I went out in the morning with Lillian for her maternity checkup with Dr. Collin Tan. Came home and found two Air Force officers and my best friend Doris who worked in the NAFFI were in the house waited for me.
I was told that the helicopter that Boon was flying went missing in operation in the jungle of the Malaysian/Thai border. WENT MISSING? How can a big helicopter just gone missing? Hours passed, many friends came and Dr. Fozdar gave me some sleeping pills to sleep but that had no effect on me. I could not think, my mind was blank, walked around the house in a dazed.
Come to think of it now, where were the kids? How they must have felt? Fay was 4 years and 4 months old, Lani just turned 2 and Zena was 8 months old. My poor kids, not once I thought of them!
I was drown in my own sorrow.
The waiting was killing me, why can't they just let me know if he is alive or dead! The hours passed and finally I was told that the aircraft shot by the Communist and exploded in the air, no one survived..... the waiting was over, the rest was history!
Picture taken on our wedding day. 7/2/1971
