Life teaches me the art of losing in these recently times.
It teaches me how to be grateful in the pouring of tears.
It teaches me smile when a hope is swept away.
It teaches me that I can be so late to say thank you or I love you.
It reminds me that the prayer is the closest thing to hold the beloved ones.
It reminds me that I should be prepared saying a hello for a goodbye.
It reminds me of You--God, the great Director.
Goodbye, dear grandma..
Your love and your kindness will always be there.
Inside something eternal that we named it as heart..
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Could I ask forgiveness for not flying back to Indonesia, Eyang?
