I'm in the mood to tell about one of my past learning. It's about my first loss of someone I love.
When I was a child, I lived with my grandparents because of several reasons. I live with my grandmother and grand father from mother side. Therefore my grandma and grandpa is like a mother and father to me.
Long story short, I finally entered my high school. My school was quite far from my village, so I decided to live with my aunt whose house is quite near from my school. I went home every Saturday after school, and came back at Monday in the early morning.
In my second half of first year in high school, I was selected to be one of paskibraka team who will perform at Independence Day. I became busy with all of my activities. But I still had a time to went back home every week. But then, 3 months before the D-Day (Independence Day), our team became much more busy, we trained more intensively even in the weekend. So, I couldn't went home for about 2 months.
One day, one of my friends told me a news about my grandfather. she said that my grandfather was hospitalized. Actually I already heard that news from my mother. But I was just like 'Oh it's okay, he is getting old, it's a common thing.' I thought that way because I knew that he had a complicated disease, and I thought that it was a common thing for an elder. At that time, I was only concerned about our performance later. I was excited and nervous, but never did I thought about my grandfather.
Ten days before D-Day, our team were quarantined. In the first day, right after I tidy up my luggage in my room, my cousin texted me. She asked me to get ready because she would picked me up at my dormitory. She said that she had asked my instructors to take me out from dormitory for a day. I suddenly felt not good. I know where would my sister take me, hospital. My grandfather's condition was getting worse.
I went to the hospital and looked at him for the first time in more than 2 months. I couldn't help my tears to fall. I saw him at that time, But he couldn't see me. He was in coma.
All of my family members were in hospital, but I had to go back to the dorm. I went back at the night, but I never stopped to pray for his recovery.
one week later, he was still in his peace sleep but my family decided to bring him back to home. I still had my hope to his recovery.
Several days before D-Day, I trained with my teams at 12 o'clock. I remember I stood facing the flagpole, and I heard a familiar voice. That voice called my name. I could hear it clearly because we were in an open space. That voice shouted my name and said "Where's Ika?, I came to pick her up, his grandfather just passed away." It was my uncle. I suddenly felt like my foot couldn't stand up anymore.
I looked at my grandfather for the very last time. The last time I saw him with his eyes opened almost three months ago. And the last time he saw me also three months ago. I knew he was sick, I knew he had many complicated diseases, I knew he was hospitalized many times, but I never thought he will passed away. I always said to myself that everything is gonna be okay. he will be healed and back to home healthy. Turns out I was wrong. Human are very close to death.
For you who read this. No matter how busy you are and how tight your schedule is, spare your time with your family. They worth it. Because your dreams, your goals, and your desire, will always be with you, but your family and your loved ones, will not.
When I was a child, I lived with my grandparents because of several reasons. I live with my grandmother and grand father from mother side. Therefore my grandma and grandpa is like a mother and father to me.
Long story short, I finally entered my high school. My school was quite far from my village, so I decided to live with my aunt whose house is quite near from my school. I went home every Saturday after school, and came back at Monday in the early morning.
In my second half of first year in high school, I was selected to be one of paskibraka team who will perform at Independence Day. I became busy with all of my activities. But I still had a time to went back home every week. But then, 3 months before the D-Day (Independence Day), our team became much more busy, we trained more intensively even in the weekend. So, I couldn't went home for about 2 months.
One day, one of my friends told me a news about my grandfather. she said that my grandfather was hospitalized. Actually I already heard that news from my mother. But I was just like 'Oh it's okay, he is getting old, it's a common thing.' I thought that way because I knew that he had a complicated disease, and I thought that it was a common thing for an elder. At that time, I was only concerned about our performance later. I was excited and nervous, but never did I thought about my grandfather.
Ten days before D-Day, our team were quarantined. In the first day, right after I tidy up my luggage in my room, my cousin texted me. She asked me to get ready because she would picked me up at my dormitory. She said that she had asked my instructors to take me out from dormitory for a day. I suddenly felt not good. I know where would my sister take me, hospital. My grandfather's condition was getting worse.
I went to the hospital and looked at him for the first time in more than 2 months. I couldn't help my tears to fall. I saw him at that time, But he couldn't see me. He was in coma.
All of my family members were in hospital, but I had to go back to the dorm. I went back at the night, but I never stopped to pray for his recovery.
one week later, he was still in his peace sleep but my family decided to bring him back to home. I still had my hope to his recovery.
Several days before D-Day, I trained with my teams at 12 o'clock. I remember I stood facing the flagpole, and I heard a familiar voice. That voice called my name. I could hear it clearly because we were in an open space. That voice shouted my name and said "Where's Ika?, I came to pick her up, his grandfather just passed away." It was my uncle. I suddenly felt like my foot couldn't stand up anymore.
I looked at my grandfather for the very last time. The last time I saw him with his eyes opened almost three months ago. And the last time he saw me also three months ago. I knew he was sick, I knew he had many complicated diseases, I knew he was hospitalized many times, but I never thought he will passed away. I always said to myself that everything is gonna be okay. he will be healed and back to home healthy. Turns out I was wrong. Human are very close to death.
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For you who read this. No matter how busy you are and how tight your schedule is, spare your time with your family. They worth it. Because your dreams, your goals, and your desire, will always be with you, but your family and your loved ones, will not.
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