Ramadan comes. One year more without you, Papa.
I still remember that night. When my mom woke me up and told
me that my beloved papa had passed away. I woke in puzzled and shocked. “What’s goin’ on right now?”
Many people were standing around my bed, they were crying and
finally I saw my papa right in front my eyes. But he was sleeping, deep sleep.
I was just twelve yeasr old when he left me for forever. I never
imagined something bad happened to me who was still very, very young. At that
night, my family and I just arrived home. I know my papa was sick, but he could
walk by himself. He went to see a doctor, came back home, and took medicine. Suddenly
my papa was taken to the hospital because he was getting weak. I didn’t really
understand the situation that night. The doctor said my papa got heart attack.
He passed away at 2AM in December 2000, 15th of
Ramadan. It’s been thirteen years without him now.
Since then, I always miss my papa. Sometimes, I wonder how
my life is if he didn’t leave me. Ahh… I do miss my papa; his voice, his face,
his wise word, his silence, even his anger.
Allah mengambil kembali yang telah menjadi milik-Nya, tapi
Allah juga memberikan seseorang yang dapat mengurangi rasa rindu dan sedih kami
sekeluarga. Sesungguhnya kematian adalah awal dari sebuah kehidupan abadi. Semoga
ayah diberikan tempat yang terbaik di sisi-Nya. Semoga kami sekeluarga dapat
berkumpul kembali di surga-Mu Ya Allah. Amin.
