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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. :(

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