January 12, 2012

On Losing A Grandpa

I never knew who my grandpa was. It’s like a missing culture. My dad, or my mom, rarely told me about my grandpa—my father’s father. Only mom who occasionally told me about her dad.

Yet, I believe in the strength of these words by Abraham Lincoln who said, “I don't know who my grandfather was; [but] I am much more concerned to know what his grandson will be.” Yes, he was right.

For those of you who are still having a grandpa, cherish the moment. You will never know how it feels like to have no such an old man with his wrinkles near his eyes.


Suatu malam, jelang tidur. Iva istri saya berceloteh, "Kayaknya aku udah lama nih ga liat abang doa lagi..." Jleb . Sent...