Withered Flowers That Evening

The sun shows its smile, white clouds as if it were the jewelry of a blue sky that stretches like a plain roll of paper. It's really a sunny day. Suitable for spending Sundays outside with family, friends, relatives, and the like.

Unfortunately, my heart is not in rhythm. Unfortunately too, I can't enjoy today. Today is not a sunny day for me. Today is …

I looked sadly at the mother's body, which stretched stiffly. The memories about him popped up without being able to prevent them. I remember everything. I remember her beautiful face when she smiled. I remember his soft voice when advising me. I remember, I remember, I—

"HUWAAA !!!" The sob that I had held back was now gliding free. Remembering happy memories with my mother makes me regret. I shouldn't have thought about the things that made me even more hit.

The grave diggers began to prepare their hoes. Slowly but surely, they returned the excavated land to the burrow hole. I walked away from the cemetery because I could not see the process. It might seem excessive, but really, I'm not exaggerating.

"Eh!" I almost fell because of a medium sized gravel trip. This incident made me stop crying, but one second later I continued.

I walked to where my brother's car was parked. When I pass by the alley, people who want to make a pilgrimage look at me for a while, and I'm embarrassed by it! Surely my face is now very chaotic! Then I sat on a large rock, intending to wipe away tears and tidy up the veil.

"Woi!" A familiar voice caught my sense of hearing. The program for tidying my couch was not finished, so I decided to ignore it.
"You, you know! Come on over there! "Still with the same voice, but the difference was that the sound was getting closer.

I am standing. "Sis," I called.
"What?"
"Why ... should there be death?"
Brother didn't answer immediately. He seemed to think.
"Why should there be separation at each meeting?"

Sister looked at me closely. "You know," he said, "in this mortal world nothing lasts. At each moment that happened, could be the last moment for us.
"You will never be younger than now. We will never experience this period again. All those moments that have an end should be grateful for ...

"Because ...," - I don't hold my hand - "every moment that has that end ... is more meaningful ..."

I was stunned. The words of your brother just now ... there is truth-no, it's true.

"Come on!" Brother pulled my sleeve.
I smiled wryly. I have to sacrifice mother's death.
Feeling uncomfortable with the pull, I said, "Sis, it's already done, get off!"

Perhaps that is why death exists, I suspect. Perhaps that is also why we know the concept of separation and meeting.

Mother, even though you are so annoying, I still love you. May you be calm by God. Amen.