Hello Grandpa Habibie, how fast time passed away. Did you remember at 19 April 2019 we met at National Heroes' Grave Park Kalibata? You weared white cloth, I was too. You and your entourage read Yassin in Grandma Ainun Habibie's funeral. I waited you few meters back of you. All of my intentions navel to you. Ultimately, you had done reading and flush the flowers upon Grandma Ainun's tomb. You know Grandpa, at that time, I had been envy with Grandma, why she had very allegiance husband like you. I pray too to God: God, please give me husband like Grandpa. Who always accompany me when I died. And if my husband dies firstly, I want to be like Grandpa Habibie too, every Friday went to funeral for his wife.
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| Grandma Ainun's tomb |
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Pray
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| Flush the flower |
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After that, I kiss your hand like children kiss their parent's hand. Felt subtle, and I pray anymore, God I want to be discerning like Grandpa too. I still want to meet him after this God. And this day, the information like thunderous in my head. Media reports that you die Grandpa. I have cried. I adore you. Everyone feels losing of you. Many status' in WhatsApp and Instagram tell how lasting you are. From your allegiance, your role as father of reformation, as aerodynamic (physics) scientist, inside to be the third president of Indonesia.
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| I am beside you Grandpa |
Might, this day the world sad, but someone ever read, in other land the creature happy you move your own on their land. Happy meets Grandma, Grandpa. I love you are both.
Semarang, 11 September 2019
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