This writing is inspired by Adhika’s Blog, particularly this post. So, before you continue reading , I REALLY recommend you to read that post. After all, the story is very nice and worth checking.
The story is very touching to me for two reasons. Firstly because the story itself is nice, and secondly because I had experienced a similar thing to that which I would like to share to you, a last goodbye.
It began just before my first coming to NTU. Going to Singapore was not a big event for me, as I had been there several times and quite near (only 1.5 hour flight from Jakarta). In fact, that time I went alone by myself. My parents, along with my brothers, had gone to Singapore a few days earlier (I had separate flight, arranged by my scholarship sponsor). So the plan was to get a driver to send me to the airport in Jakarta, then meet my parents in Singapore.
My grandfather (from my mother) used to lived next door to our house since I was a kid. In fact, he was the one who taught me various things during early days of my school. He often send me to school, pick me up from school, and send me to my friends’ home for playing. I learned a lot from him. However, by the time I went to Singapore for study at NTU, he was already in a not very good shape. He went to hospital before several times due to his lungs problem (although some only because his overly-scared of his condition). Nevertheless, time I didn’t feel nor foresee anything bad about his health.
So then comes the time for me to go to Singapore. I had put all my things inside the car and was ready to go before, to my surprise, my grandfather came out of his house and rode the car with me. I was surprised because it was very sudden; he never told me before that he would want to send me to the airport. Once we arrived to the airport, I did what most people would do: take out all my bags, put them on the trolley, and said goodbye to my grandfather (and the driver). Once again, I have to admit that, although I felt a bit sad to leave him, I didn’t feel anything bad or wrong. That goodbye was nothing but like a normal goodbye for me; I didn’t realize that I is the final goodbye between me and my grandfather.
A few weeks later, he died in a hospital because of his lungs problem.
I really shocked when I received the news, because I could still remember the goodbye very clearly, as if it were yesterday. Indeed, it happened not long after that, less than 3 months for sure (I remember I had to do a make-up for my first lab because I went home for his funeral).
What is even more shocking to me is that when I learned from my mother that actually, believe it or not, my grandfather ‘knew’ that it would be the last goodbye. He told one of his daughter (my mom’s sister) that he actually feel very sad when goodbye-ing with me, afraid that he would never meet me again.
People said that you will never know when death will take you apart from people you love. It is true. Even further, you’d better do anything good that you would want to do for your beloved as soon as you get the chance. Never delay doing that, because you will never know what will happen tomorrow. By the time you realize that it is too late, it IS too late.
Saying is always easier than doing. I admit I did the mistake. I didn’t do whatever good things I would want to do for him, until I realized that it is already too late. Sad, but that’s the reality I have to face.
Grandpa, I wish you had enough…