With the birth of one, one soul elsewhere must passes away.
Like it or not, it’s true. Else, we would have a population of 6.97 billion by now. Wait, that IS the population right now! Haha. We would have a population of over 100 billion without anyone passing away.
Last week I heard the news from my mom that my grandpa has been admitted to Rumah Sakit Pondok Indah in Jakarta because he twisted his ankle. Nothing serious she told me. So for the rest of the week, I went on without giving much thought about it. On Saturday evening, however, after I dropped Ed home from dinner, I got a text from my mom who said that they’re having the last sacrament for him. I was shocked. I didn’t understand why he needed it and just like that, he passed away on Monday, October 10th at 7:30ish am Jakarta time. Apparently he got a stroke somewhere in between but nobody realized it until Sunday afternoon their time.
I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do when I heard the news. I remembered this feeling when I heard the news about my Oma in February 2007. Both times I was here in Vancouver and they’re there in Jakarta. Though I’m trebled by the news, I knew they were both died in peace. Both were accompanied by their children (my dad and aunt) at the time and they didn’t die in vain nor in pain. Though I’m still a bit skeptical about the existence of heaven, but such event always convinced me to believe in it because I do want to see them again one day.
A few hours before Opa passed away, I went to a baptism mass and saw three babies that were just born this year. Up to today, I know three people who have passed away this year alone: Om Anton, Steve Jobs, and Opa. I’m sure their good spirits will live in these newborns (don’t necessarily means the ones I saw, but babies in general) and continue to live in our hearts.
Until we meet again, Opa.