Albert Herdianto Widjojo
Today, the sixteenth day of this challenge, my schedule was so tight all day. I arrived home quite late. When I started writing this, the time on the laptop shows the number 11:12 PM. Today’s photo just shows my niece, Luna, the youngest daughter of my little sister, was photographing a wall listing the heroes buried at Kalibata National Heroes Cemetery, Jakarta. My father’s name is fifth from the top on the top left marble. From some photos, only this picture that I can show because of other photos just more about our big family. Because today, December 8, thirty years ago, our father was passed away, and that’s why we visited his grave.
The visit was a regular visit we do every few months, especially on dates like this and the day before Christmas. There was only one interesting thing on this visit when my nephew, the youngest son of my youngest sister, Thiery, twelve years asked, “Pak De, after Yang Kung died, where did Eyang go, where is Eyang now?”. Pak De, is short for Bapak + Gede = Father + Big or Great Uncle which means I am the older brother of his mother. Eyang Kung = Eyang + Kakung = parent of parent + male = Grandfather. Unfortunately, we could not discuss for long because I had to go back to the office.
Recalling with my nephew’s question, let me write a quote from Rumi:
“Death has nothing to do with going away.
The sun sets.
The moon sets.
But they are not gone.
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I love Rumi’s poem “When I Die” – it has the same thought. Your language and our dialect (in the countryside) have similarities that when we were in Indonesia, we talk in our dialect. Tourists we bumped into normally cannot place what country we came from. Lol!
Aha! I love that Rumi poem too!
By the way, where did you go when you visited Indonesia?
Bali, Yogya and Jakarta (only 2 days in Jakarta). I love to go back to Bali as I said because I want to feel how is it to live in a villa amidst rice paddies. I just like the idea of rice paddies. Lol! And I love Terang Bulan and the other one of which the name I forgot just now.
I have a close friend who has a hermitage to learn spirituality located in the middle of rice fields. How comfortable to meditate in the middle of rice paddies. Unfortunately after becoming the Great priest he is very difficult to see. The friend of terang bulan? Martabak?
Exactly. Martabak. Everytime I hear of Indonesia, my mind would go like “Uhm Terang Bulan and Martabak” hahahaha. In Bali, btw, I felt a kind of peace inside (I was not in the path yet at that time). It was hard to explain but it was there. I dunno.
Bali, I’m pretty sure you’ve lived there before, Harping.
The term “moonlight” is used in Central Java, East Java and Bali, in Jakarta, we call it sweet martabak…
Pretty sure? Maybe as one of the monkeys in the temple hahahaha
Uhmm… Let me ask your soul, or… it seems much better if you ask her directly…
That’s the truth. But they are not gone.
Yeah!! This is my wise best friend, Elenka. They are not gone, We just can not see them for a while
This is so precious, thank you Albert, for sharing this with us.
Thank you very much for your appreciation, Della