Triplets’ grandpa, my very own dad, passed away today. His health hasn’t improved since July and took his final breath in front of my eyes. I was with my mom, beside his dying bed, prayed, talked and even sang for him. Yes, I sang his favorite songs, More by Nat King Cole, followed by The Casual’s Jesamine, while rubbing his hair, kissing his cheeks, and holding his hand. Mom then kept saying “I love you” and kissed him tenderly, both of us were busy saying I love you when the machine started to produce odd sounds. Turned out it was a flat line. I’m the happiest child who accompanied my father till his very last moment on earth and guided through his new path with a Syahadat and dzikir.
Although the triplets had only known their grandpa for six months, but I believe he’ll always be around us during our playtime, sleep and even bath time when we usually send our prayers for him. And I know that he will always be there for me whenever I need him. I may no longer hold him, but his spirit will always be within me.
My dad was a fun loving, totally romantic person. He dedicated his life to his family, friends and whoever in the need of his help. He never complained, a true hard worker, and someone whom I really thankful for and proud of. Everyone came to the funeral remembered him as a kind-hearted person and has been speaking so highly of him. We’re glad to have made him happy and proud to the end of his journey.
So long my dearest daddy, the captain of my heart, the man of my life, my everything. Till we meet again. As much as I’ll miss saying, “daddddyyy” whenever you’re in sight, I know it’s only a blink of an eye before I get to see you again. Have a joyful time in heaven, please do watch over us, and we’ll continue make you proud. My everything.