mom…

mom…….

It’s really hard for me to (finally) let you go, to (finally) let you (re)unite with dad….

I wished I could explain how hard it was…
*though as your daughter who loves you so (damn) much, I should be ‘happy’…
because it was killing me to see you suffered like that… (I knew, you’d been fighting for the disease, and you seemed so strong)..

and moreover..
because you’re with dad and HIM now..

you are cured now..
you can walk now…
you can run now…
you can eat whatever you like now…
you can sew your fancy dress now….
you can sleep well without ever feeling the pain you’d had, now…

It’s too bad, we can’t do those things together…

Mom..
If you’ve met dad, say hello to him and do tell that we (your children) are OK..

If you’ve met God, do smile at Him (and hug HIm if you could), and tell Him that I say this:
“Lord, thank You for giving me and koko the best gift of our lives… now that they’re with You now, I believe You’ll take a good care of them, until the moment we all reunite.. (Amien..)*

Mom, Dad…..
thank you for ‘making’ me something..
and (as the daughter who loves you both,,, DAMN I REALLY DO!) I promise to be the ‘something’ that makes you both proud…….

I promise……….

I really do…………..

*Please watch me from (up) there, mi.. pi..*

–your daughter–
Rika

christian – iya gitu deh…