
I never thought that this is our last picture together PAPA, until now it is hard to accept that I will never hear your voice, feel your hug. I miss you so much papa, I miss your call, I miss the days when you ask, how is my day? I miss your love papa.
January 4, 2020, was my devastating day, morning in that day I received a call from Xyvie (my cousin) the one who took care of you that day with lola/mama Nimfa, that you are in 50/50 condition, I was so nervous hearing that news, but I was calming myself, praying that your fine. Hurrying up, I go to Payan, where our relatives lives (my father’s side) because I was in my mother side, staying that day. I will not tell you more about my family background but one thing to tell all of you, my family is not perfect. To tell the news to our family, about your condition, while telling them I could no longer hold my tears, I cried telling them. I cried hard more, when I received a text from someone in the hospital that the only thing support your life is a tube (I don’t know what exactly the name of it).
When we arrive to the hospital (in your room) my tears suddenly fall down, seeing your condition. I know to myself… but I am still hoping, praying that you’re going to be fine. Laying in another bed, watching you, doing my best to hold my tears, because I don’t wanna be weak in front of our family and to you, but I know I was lying to myself that I am strong, because deep inside I am hurt, sad and broken seeing my father, fighting his life for us his family, his children. That day, I been silently crying, remembering the good days with you papa. We didn’t spent too much time, when you are alive papa, you are far away to us, you are busy working to give better future for us (your family). And now that you are with us, you are in that bad condition that it is hard to accept. Why on earth, of all people? Why you papa? You are to young to die, you are good fathers to us, good son to my grandparents. Why not others? Why not those other people wasting their life? Why not those bad people? Who do illegal things? Why you, of all people? I couldn’t find reason, Why God choose you, to take away from us, from me. Am I that too bad children of you, am I that bad daughter to my parents, am I that bad granddaughter to my grandparents, a lot of question in my mind, WHY? Why God take away my father too early. I had a lot of plans to my parents that maybe someday I will treat them to the restaurant, buy them clothes, and take good cares of them when they gets old, when their skin gets wrinkled by time goes.
While typing this blog, I cannot stop my tears to fall down. It is sad to remember the day you’re fighting your life papa. Holding your warm hands, while your eyes are closed, wishing that you will open your eyes to see me that I am at your side, hoping, asking God to give you more days. I also one of those who pump the tube thingy to give you supporting air because you are hard to breathe on your own. Fear to do it but bravely enough, I took the chance to pump it, while my tears are nonstop to fall down, because I know it will be my last chance to get near to you and doing the best for you papa. Sadly I am slowly accepting the reality that you cannot hold it more, that you are hurting by you condition. You cannot move your body or open your eyes but I know you feel us, you feel our agony for you, and I know you are still holding on for us. Once last holding your warm hands turn into cold and once last feeling your heartbeats in your chest by my bear hands. I am slowly letting you go, I know you are hurting by your condition and I don’t want you to suffer more, so badly I am letting you go peace. I hope your fine in heaven papa… may you find peace there. I LOVE YOU and I MISS YOU SO MUCH papa.





















