Last year at the month of my birthday (May), My
beloved grandfather died at Pertamina Hospital. In that day, when I told that
my grandfather was gone, it’s sounds like a dream to me, because the day before
that day, I still can spoke to him. But in that day I really confused and I
don’t believe it. Okay then, I think I may tell you the story before that day.
Eight month before that day, my family had been told by the doctor that my
grandfather had an very aggressive cancer and only survive for six month, since that day
me, my mom, grandmother, and sometimes my brothers went to accompany my
grandfather to took a chemo in Singapore. Almarhum had been chemo for five
times, and I think chemo is a painful treatment, because ten days after chemo,
my grandfather always vomiting. I can’t bear to see him like that. And almarhum
mostly at my house in Jakarta with an oxygen tube. Then unpredictable day had
come. In that day I really-really sad and cry while starring at almarhum face.
It was a nightmare for me, because when almarhum alive, I really closed to him.
Even when I typing this story, I shed a tear. After that day my mom
really-really hard about Islam, because she say that “we live on earth just a very briefly, and in
the end, there will be a live that more lasting, and ‘Eyang Kung’ have preceded
us”. Even now, my mom sometimes cry for almarhum. By the way almarhum was
buried at Tanah Kusir. Well finally my sadness moment is done. Don’t let us
being a slave by the Earth, because our live is never long in this world.
Tidak ada komentar:
Posting Komentar