Today’s theme is Parents
I want to share about my parent
family story. One day I went back from my office and I saw a pile of paper
sitting up in the corner of my terrace. It’s near my motorcycle so they caught
my eyes. There are handwriting on top of pile. I picked it up and read it
whilst I took it into my parlor.
I read with my mother, she was multitasking
herself by watching TV and did her work –and read the paper. Later on, I knew
that it was my mother’s letter to my father back on around 1990. My father
studied in Bogor while my mother stayed in Jogja with my aunt and my sister, I wasn’t
born yet at that time.
They had communication by letter and
my father collected my mother’s letter on a handmade scrapbook. It sequenced
based on the date. How romantic was my father :,) sadly, my mother wasn’t save
his letter so my memories about my father was really limited.
When I read it, I could see that
my father was thought a lot about my sister.. my mother gave detail about my
sister growth, what she’s doing at certain time, even she asked him not to
think about her too much.. ah, envy me.. :,)
Maybe my memory about my father
is not as much as many daughters in general. He passed away when I was 9 years
old and my mother was taking over his role.. she’s the strongest women ever in
my life J
thank you mom !
About my 23 days to go before
marriage.. well, because of this pandemic the church hasn’t have a proper set
for wedding mass as usual, they move the altar so –I have to say- the place is
too small. In mediocrity, altar is on the middle but it’s arranged for live
streaming. We outwit by ask for permission if we can use live streaming as well
so we still use the middle altar. But the priest refuse it.. the problem is,
the priest who will lead my wedding mass, he minds if we can’t use the middle
altar. It’s upsetting tho.. L
I was crying the first I knew about that, but I can cope ;) just.. whatever
happens.. it will happen.
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