hello my dear Hifer
In our daily lives sometimes there are things that make us have to lose someone who means so much to us, everyone does not want that to happen, but ready or not ready we have to let go of them from our side, like an experience a few years ago that I experienced, I had to lose the person who meant the most bolt to me which was my parents, What is very sad for me is that I was not by my father's side in the moments of my father's departure forever in this world. My father had actually been mentally ill since I was a child, our family was just an indigent person and we at that time only treated for treatment in the village.
Many people advised my father to seek treatment in a psychiatric place, but what was the power, we could not afford to take him to the RSJ (mental hospital), my parents were almost 15 years in an unstable condition, everyday my father in his lifetime just sat pensively at home and my mother was one of our living parents who made a daily living for us. The days continue to pass with sober conditions, we are getting more and more days and years change years we grow up. Seeing my parents, namely my mother who was overwhelmed to make a living for their children, I felt very anxious to petrify and ease the burden on my parents at that time.
Around 2005 I took the initiative to go out of town to make money so that my mother could smile a little, long story short I finally separated from my parents, and I had to fight for my mother later, when I left I only carried some clothes that I had prepared in a bag, the money in my pants pocket was only enough for public transportation fare, I had to travel to the capital by land for three days and three nights, a tiring journey but I didn't feel it. During the trip, I actually felt that my body had begun to feel sore because of my first experience going a long distance, and thank God I survived to my destination. The magnificent capital makes me even more eager to find fortune, but the days I continue to pass it turns out that in the capital is not as easy as we imagine, but quite the opposite. It is getting harder and harder for newcomers to get a job.
Hunger and thirst are used to me, this stomach feels that there is no more thirst and hunger, how hard it is to live in the capital. I did not give up and I continued to fight for my mother and father who were in the village, whatever job I did so that I could get daily food. It turned out that not everyone in the capital did not care about fellow humans, coincidentally in the morning I was visited by someone I had never met before, my feelings at that time were mixed there was a sense of happiness and there was also a sense of my worry, understandably I did not know many people. My heart began to beat, my body began to shake because my fear was increasing. It turned out to be my lucky day, the man invited me to help him sell in one of the shopping centers. I thank God there are still good people who want to help others.
Five years into my stay in the capital, I had to lose my father, I got some bad news from my brother, my sister told me that he was gone. Among my family, I was not by my father's side at the time of his passing, I felt very lost, mixed feelings, I felt like an ungodly son because I couldn't see my parents go forever.
It was already night, after I realized I went straight to the airport to buy a plane ticket so that I could get home faster, sadly again I again had to follow my father's departure, because all the plane tickets that night had run out, I had to wait tomorrow morning for departure to the village, I spent the night at the airport because time meant a lot to me. The next day I got the flight schedule early in the morning, and about three hours on the way I arrived at the residence. When I arrived home I saw so many people already gathered in front of the house, my tears were unstoppable, the atmosphere in the house changed drastically when I started to enter the house, crying and tears became the ocean at that moment.
This is life, sometimes what we don't expect will happen suddenly, the sacrifice of a father we can't repay at any time, this is what makes me feel so lost, if you who still have a father take care of your father before they leave us forever. The above story is purely from my natural experience, may it be an afterthought for all of us, love your people. And here's a little bit of my writing about the meaning of losshopefully an experience for all of us. 👐
That's enough for my blog today, and hope you like it.
greetings from me
