A father who lost his 18-year-old son in a horrifying road accident in Terengganu says he has not been able to sleep since witnessing the tragic moment that took his child’s life right before his eyes.
Wah Tee Tun, 49, revealed that the painful memories of the crash continue replaying in his mind day and night, leaving him emotionally shattered. His son, Wah Han Keong, was killed in a gruesome accident on Tuesday along Jalan Losong Feri in Kuala Terengganu.
Speaking during funeral arrangements on Thursday, Tee Tun said his son’s body was transported from Manir, Kuala Terengganu to Kelantan for cremation rites at the Buddhist Ariyakiri Temple in Kampung Aril, Pauh Lima — around 140 kilometres away from their hometown.
“Right in front of me, I saw the lamp post pierce through the front windscreen of the van,” he said in a trembling voice.
“I saw his head fall near my feet. Blood was flowing like water from a tap.”
The heartbreaking tragedy happened when the Nissan Vanette van carrying Tee Tun and Han Keong collided with a Volkswagen Golf GTI. The impact was so severe that the teenager died in a horrifying condition, with his head severed from his body.
Han Keong, who had just completed his Sijil Pelajaran Malaysia (SPM) examinations last year, had been helping his father with electrical wiring jobs since the beginning of this year. Family members described him as a hardworking and respectful teenager who was always close to his parents.
The eldest of two siblings had also been eagerly waiting for his UPU application results. He dreamed of furthering his studies in automotive engineering at either Politeknik Sultan Mizan Zainal Abidin in Dungun or Politeknik Kota Bharu.
The cremation ceremony reportedly began around 1pm and was expected to conclude at about 6pm, with relatives and close friends gathering to pay their final respects to the young victim.
Tee Tun shared that the atmosphere at home now feels painfully empty after losing a son who never failed to greet his parents every single morning and night.
“Every morning and every night, he would say ‘good morning’ and ‘good night’ to us,” he said.
“Now… there are no more greetings from him.”
