A memory on that night,
God saw you getting tired, and a cure was not to be. So He put HIS arms around you and whispered, "Come with Me". Then with tearful eyes we watched you slowly fade away on a next early morning. Although we love you dearly, we would not make you stay. A golden heart stopped beating, your hard working hands put to rest.
God broke our hearts to prove to us, that He only takes the best.
Selamat jalan, papi. Our loving father, our hero. You are the best for us ! We are proud to have a father like you ! We love you and miss you even more !
5 comments:
That is so true, Li.
berbahagialah, memiliki kenangan yang indah dengan beliau...
thanks, Desny.
Hesra, maaf tadi ga mengenali nomor hp-mu..dan benar, kenangan bersama papi dari sejak aku kanak-kanak hingga dewasa tak kapan pernah terlupakan, dan kata terimakasih tak kan pernah cukup untuk mengungkapkan betapa kami berhutang pada beliau dan alm. mami seumur hidup kami....
percayalah.. aku belajar banyak dari tulisanmu mengenai kasih sayangmu terhadap ayahmu..
perubahannya sangat besar ketika aku mampu memaafkan kesalahan ayahku..
terima kasih, ya...
and he is beside our FATHER righ now, believe it.
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