My aunt Abi was my mother's elder sister.
She used to have a bag shop in Tunjungan, the downtown of Surabaya (the second largest city in Indonesia where I lived), the most crowded area in Surabaya that time in 1980's.
When I was a child, my mother often took me her shop, for a chat (we called it "kongkow").
Or when we needed a bag, or a belt, we always went to her shop to buy one.
She often refused to get paid though my mother always insisted to pay, because the reason we bought the bags at her shop was to support her shop.
All my school bags I received from her, also my belts.
She even gave me my first luggages, the small one and the big one, when I departed for Japan for the first time, 15 years ago.
Not only generous, she was funny and friendly.
She used to be a swimmer during school time.
She looked very healthy when I left Surabaya, and during my visits after that.
4 months ago, she suddenly felt sick when she looked after our house when my mother and the rest visited US to see my brother and sister.
After that, she was put in hospital.
Sometime she became OK, but most of the time, she couldn't recognize people.
Her brother and sister came from Hongkong to see her, worrying that something would happen.
But nothing happened during their visit to Surabaya.
Even after that, my uncle, my mother's eldest brother, passed away soon after having a kidney failure.
I hoped I could see her when I returned to Surabaya next April during my vacation.
However, I just got sms tonight from my sister, that my Aunt Abi had just passed away.
A bit overwhelmed....
A bit shocked....
I was not that shocked when my uncle passed away last week.
But this time, somehow, I was sad.
Wanted to tell somebody, wanted to tell my dearest friend bout my sadness, but I guess everybody is busy with their own life.
So I decided to write this blog.
To pour out my sadness, in memory of my dear aunt.
When a person nice to me died, I always regretted saying to myself, I wished I did more to that person.
I wished I could give her more money... I wished I could invite her to my wedding.... I wished I wished...
But I know what my Aunt wants me to do... to have a meaningful and happy life and be a good person...
Good bye Aunt Abi....
Your life was good, and meaningful to me.... and I believe, to many people around you....
She used to have a bag shop in Tunjungan, the downtown of Surabaya (the second largest city in Indonesia where I lived), the most crowded area in Surabaya that time in 1980's.
When I was a child, my mother often took me her shop, for a chat (we called it "kongkow").
Or when we needed a bag, or a belt, we always went to her shop to buy one.
She often refused to get paid though my mother always insisted to pay, because the reason we bought the bags at her shop was to support her shop.
All my school bags I received from her, also my belts.
She even gave me my first luggages, the small one and the big one, when I departed for Japan for the first time, 15 years ago.
Not only generous, she was funny and friendly.
She used to be a swimmer during school time.
She looked very healthy when I left Surabaya, and during my visits after that.
4 months ago, she suddenly felt sick when she looked after our house when my mother and the rest visited US to see my brother and sister.
After that, she was put in hospital.
Sometime she became OK, but most of the time, she couldn't recognize people.
Her brother and sister came from Hongkong to see her, worrying that something would happen.
But nothing happened during their visit to Surabaya.
Even after that, my uncle, my mother's eldest brother, passed away soon after having a kidney failure.
I hoped I could see her when I returned to Surabaya next April during my vacation.
However, I just got sms tonight from my sister, that my Aunt Abi had just passed away.
A bit overwhelmed....
A bit shocked....
I was not that shocked when my uncle passed away last week.
But this time, somehow, I was sad.
Wanted to tell somebody, wanted to tell my dearest friend bout my sadness, but I guess everybody is busy with their own life.
So I decided to write this blog.
To pour out my sadness, in memory of my dear aunt.
When a person nice to me died, I always regretted saying to myself, I wished I did more to that person.
I wished I could give her more money... I wished I could invite her to my wedding.... I wished I wished...
But I know what my Aunt wants me to do... to have a meaningful and happy life and be a good person...
Good bye Aunt Abi....
Your life was good, and meaningful to me.... and I believe, to many people around you....
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