Today is my grandpa’s funeral day. He passed away on Saturday, the day before my plan to visit him on hospital. I haven’t seen him for months. And I regret that I didn’t spent some of my time to see him.
He was my grandfather from mother side; younger brother of my mom’s father. He has a daughter and a son. Both were married.
My grandpa had been through difficult situation for the last couple of year. His son was on a run in Borneo, married to a woman from Banyuwangi for almost 4 years. The situation made my grandpa devastated. On 2005, his son finally comeback home and leaved the woman. The son now married to a Balinese and has a daughter.
During the run of his son, my grandpa put a lot of energy to bring his son back. Many spiritual ceremonies were held to break the so-called black magic that the woman put on his son. Families were sent to Banyuwangi to meet the woman families. But there’s no sign of his son. Of the uncertainty and distress, my grandpa’s health gradually decreased.
When I was a child; my grandpa often gave me and my sister some money for cleaning up the house. He used to bring home a pack of side of bread he collected from his workplace, a hotel in Denpasar, which become the awaited luxury treat when we were young.
He was our favorite grandpa.
I remember I was playing cat and mouse with my cousin. He climbed the cocoa tree, and then I pulled him down. Accidentally we broke a big branch of the tree. At that time we were so scared that grandpa will angry. By the time grandpa came from work, all he care was our safety.
Luckily I didn’t miss his funeral or else I’ll regret even more, like I did to my grandma. That’s another story.
Well, I hope you had a great time on earth grandpa! We’ll meet again tomorrow or so. It’s about time when your families check out from this fucked-up world and join you (or your current state of mind) somewhere.
Ciao!
