Thursday, August 10, 2017
On Vesak
day, May 9, 2017, that night, after I came back from Pesta nama Prodiakon St.
Matias, my mom was admitted into a hospital.
That
morning at 5.30, my mom said she didn’t sleep for the whole night. I just said,
“Try to sleep later on”. At 3.00, I arrived home from Puncak and I still met my
mom saying that I would go out again to CP to fix Bastian’s glasses.
We had a buffet dinner at Washoku Sato and Bastian
said he felt that perasaan gak enak. I called home at talked to my mom saying
that we would go home soon.
We arrived
home and kids said hello to their grandma. I was busy doing and that and didn’t
meet my mom.
At 9.30, I
noticed that my mom had not take her hot water inside her room. I opened her
room and I found her sit in her chair powerless with her eyes staring in one
direction, not able to close.
I drove her
to Grha Kedoya hospital with the help of my neighbor carrying her into the car.
She was admitted for 9 (nine) nights.
On July 21,
2017, that night, my mom felt uneasy and asked me to bring her to the hospital.
She had just finished talking to my sister by phone. I drove her to the
hospital and after being examined by a doctor from UGD, she said she wanted to
go home.
Friday
night (July 21), I left at 1.00 in the morning.
Saturday
morning when I arrived with my dad, she already started to talk ngaco.
Sunday, I
accompanied her together with Afung and my wife, taking turns.
Monday
morning , I arrived with my dad. She looked weak. At 11 something , my dad
called and said my mom was in critical condition. At 12.15, she was pronounced
dead. :(
