October 21st 1991
That was the first time in my life that I have to experienced losing someone close to me. It was the day my grandpa, Johhny Henry, died. I was 10 years old and I was very close to him. I spent most of my after school days visiting him and accompanied him. He died in a hospital bed and I was there. I was watching every single pain he had until he closed his eyes. Then, he was gone, forever.
Johnny Henry Pussung
It was a very tough time for me. 10 years earlier, I lost my grandma to heart attack. But, I was only 1 years old at that time. This time was different, because I was 10 years old and I was very close to him. I was close to both of my grandfathers. Johnny Henry is my grandpa from my dad's side. I forever love him and miss him.
June 14th 2001
That was 10 years ago today. It was the day I lost my other grandpa that I love dearly, Robert Messach. He was one of my hero in life. He taught me so much about integrity, honesty, compassion and he had such a big heart. He is loved and respected by many. It was such a hard day because I spent my whole life with him. I also took care of him until the day he died. I still remember that day very clear in my head. I was leaving to visit my uncle and he was on his bed and smiling at me. He said, "Hey, can you buy me some Silver Queen's Chocolate?" and that was the last words he said to me before I left.
I was in one of the mall in Jakarta, Indonesia, when I received a phone call from my mom. She said that grandpa fell on the bathroom's floor and he is in coma. I remember taking the bus back to my uncle's house. It was the longest, most painful day of my life. I kept thinking of everything he has done for my family. His voice asking me to bring him his chocolate was inside my head, over and over again. It was too soon and too sudden for me.
WHY, GOD?!
I arrived at my uncle Roy's house and then they took me to Bintaro International Hospital. Grandpa was laying there, in coma. I heard all the machine that support his life beeping and beeping. I looked at him and he look so peaceful. I cried and there were silent. I did not know what to do, but prayed. My grandpa was the strongest man alive. He was in the ARMY, he was active in Karate. He was an athlete and a coach. He was an inspiration to many people. He was the political advisor to many great leaders in Indonesia. He was a hard working, honest and brilliant man. On that hospital bed, he was just an old man in coma. Helpless!
Robert Messach Kermite
He died and that was the hardest day of my life. But, at the same time I had peace in my heart. He died after he received Jesus Christ to be his Lord and Savior. That is more than any money could buy.
He was created for God's own pleasure and he died in God's glory.
I asked God to let my grandpa live until at least 70 years old and He answered that. I asked God to allow my grandpa to be saved, and He answered that. My grandpa fell from stairs and he could not walk. He was in and out the hospital because of hepatitis and other complication in his body. But he was a fighter. He lived linger than what the doctors predicted. Then one day, he said he wanted to be baptized and so he did that. He also wanted to go to one of a church's service in Jakarta, Indonesia. In that service, they asked if anyone would want some healing prayer to come up front. So, my grandpa decided to go with his cane. He got up there, and he walked. Yes people, miracle happened. God is forever faithful and I am forever grateful to have my grandfathers in my life. They are my heroes and I will always love them, forever.
Gone but nor forgotten. Died but not in vain. Forever loved and missed! I love you grandpa J.H.P and I love you too, grandpa R.M.K
Until we meet again, in heaven!
xoxo,
Your favorite grand daughter
:)
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