Albert Herdianto Widjojo
We can not forget you and don’t want to. Even if we can. Under this gravestone, you have been put. Turned back to the essence of the elements. But your voice still I hear. Your advice is still on. Your courage sustains all my bones. Your honesty is my blood circulation. Helmet here is still a symbol of services that we are proud of.
A military ceremony, once done to take you to live in this cemetery, along with other heroes. In the silence of this tomb, written history and meaning. Stories of eternal struggle, divided in the lifetime of the son of man, in names, and in all forms of respect.
But I know that you are with us, between us, not just in spirit, but as life, who are still struggling and learning. This morning, we put our love mark, some flowers, in lieu of words and prayers, also that you are the flower of the nation that has returned to its owner.
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Thank you so much, Tas.
Spectacular Photo!! And the dedication left me breathless. Beautiful
Hmm… when you say spectacular, I then think, what is really spectacular, the beauty of the rose or the picture?
I really enjoyed seeing this image of a rose.
Thank you very much, Dee. Almost everyone love roses, right?
All of us do love roses.
Yes, all of us! Actually … unfortunately, there are always exceptions to everything, right? Hehehe…
You are correct Albert. Different strokes for different folks.
Yup! That’s us, man…
That is what makes all of us great.
Of course, that’s what makes us great and learns to be the greatest
What a great sentimental post Albert. I am speechless.
Thanks a lot, Carol. That was our first visit to our father’s grave this year.
I am several hundred miles away from my family plot, so the visits are spread out.
O’o… So you need to manage a lot of things to do it, right?
Yes like the visits I used to make, I never made enough before I lost him. I should have visited more often. Too many regrets some days.
By the way, we have posted something similar yesterday…
Yes… the rain soaked roses!
Sometimes I think that sitting there in our visit is like sitting in the classroom listening to the life lessons, the noble values, and the wisdom he has taught and inherited.
Absolutely, it is a very special connection and a great way to learn and share.
You’re right! That’s what I mean.
Very special and moving post! Also, the photo is simply gorgeous. The poem quoted by Elenka is one of my favorite too.
Thank you, Ellie. We all have our own heroes, they stay live in our whole body and soul.
There is a Bulgarian poem that says. The one who dies for the freedom of his homeland does not, in fact, die. He becomes a hero and people do not forget it.
The poem is great! I strongly believe that, and it is very uplifting!
The post makes me think of sacrifice for one’s country and the pain those left behind must feel…
Thanks, TZ. There are so many true heroes, those who give their souls and bodies to the state, which inherit the pride of the abandoned families, but also the sadness, not only because of their death but also because their sacrifice is ultimately less valuable because of political interests or other.