A sign says ‘do not step on the yellow line’ on the escalator at a shopping mall. Yogyakarta, 12 July 2014. Photo: Budi N.D. Dharmawan
I first knew Doni Maulistya, or Aul, around the time of his mother’s passing in 2005. I didn’t know much about his mother at that time. Only later I found out that she was a dancer and daughter of a great dancer Bagong Kussudiardja—she is his oldest child. My friendship with Aul later showed me how close he was with his mother—he is her youngest child.
Yesterday, nine years later, his father rejoined his mother. He had been treated in the I.C.U. for the last five days for his sickness. Aul and his two sisters posted prayers and hopes on social media with wording like “praying for the best”. But still it shocked us when the news broke. There is a saying, each of us will eventually die, but none of us is ready to die or to easily accept the death of our loved ones.
Aul’s father (and mother, if she was still alive) is as old as my parents—well my parents are slightly older—which made me think a lot about them while attending the funeral. Both Aul’s parents died of sickness while my own parents are not in great shape (hope they are well).
To my friend Doni Maulistya and sisters Paranditya Wintarni and Indiartari Kussnowari, please accept my heartfelt condolences on the loss of your father. May he rest in peace and may the sorrow you feel in your heart lighten by the love that surrounds you.
P.S.: My mother’s mother died April 2005, two months after Aul’s mother passed away in February 2005, and my father’s mother passed away this February, five months before Aul’s father died yesterday. Coinsidence? ∎
Yogyakarta, 3 June 2014. Photo: Budi N.D. Dharmawan
Sometimes I wonder.
Who am I in this world.
What am I looking for.
What am I looking at.
What am I thingking about.
How did I come this way.