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Dearest Mama…Happy 59th birthday. It’s been 2,5 years now, but I can still see you vividly in my mind. I still cry every time the memory of you come to my mind. I hope you are sleeping peacefully there. You will always be in my prayer till the day I die.
In this special day, I would love to share 5 things about her. There are so many I can share but there are still many years ahead to share more about her 🙂
#1 She was always smiling and laughing.
My mom was very cheerful. Even when she was in pain, she could still smile in happiness. I remembered the last Idhul Fitri (few days after she survived from a very low Hb level in her blood), all my family gathered around her, she could still laugh at my nephews and nieces even though she could barely sit on her bed anymore.
#2 She was a good barber
I never had my hair cut in a salon when my mom was still alive. She had been cutting my hair since I was little. She also cut my nephews and nieces’ hair. Because she always cut my hair, I often felt reluctant to go to a salon now.
#3 She was a great tailor
She took sewing class when she was still in junior high. She helped support our family by sewing. I rarely bought dress when she was still alive. I only bought fabrics, drew the design and she would sew it for me. Even my in-law asked her to sew her wedding dress (wedding dress and reception dress are often different in Indonesia)
#4 She was very strong
She was strong in everything. She could easily carry several heavy grocery bags, she could squeeze the water out of the laundry till it was almost dry (she often protested how my laundry still so wet when I put it on jemuran >> the image of jemuran is here)…fortunately she stopped complaining when we finally had washing machine 😉
She worked all day long and never got sick…until that fatal tumor and cancer came to her. She fought her pain longer than anyone I ever known with the same illness. There was one moment where her Hb level was only 3, Doctor had predicted the worst… a woman in the same hospital room with the Hb level of 5 passed away while my mom got better and able to spend the last Idhul Fitri with us.
#5 She was a great cook
There were still so many recipes I haven’t learned from her yet. She was always trying new stuff. She would buy a cooking book and tried it. She opened a food counter once, but it was too tiring so it lasted only for few months. She could cook almost all Padang food (here).
She taught me some simple food, like this; Terong Balado (eggplant with chilli)…but my cooking is never as tasty as hers.
She never won any award for best mother in the world…but to me she will always be the best mother in the world. I miss her so much and I love her then, now and forever.
In Islam, when we die we don’t go to heaven. We go to Barzakh; the barrier between the physical and spiritual worlds, in which the soul awaits after death and before resurrection on Qiyamah (Judgement Day). Heaven and hell come after Judgement day. Even though Mama is not in heaven now, she is sleeping in Barzakh…BUT I really like this image from Shuker Nature:
There are so much I want to share with her.