Ksatria Piyik

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Itu si Lukas bikin senjata dan topengnya sendiri lho!

Lukas & Timmy

Anak-anakmu bukanlah anak-anakmu

Mereka adalah anak-anak kehidupan yang rindu akan dirinya sendiri.

Mereka terlahir melalui engkau tapi bukan darimu

Meskipun mereka ada bersamamu tapi mereka bukan milikmu.

Pada mereka engkau dapat memberikan cintamu, tapi bukan pikiranmu

Karena mereka memiliki pikiran mereka sendiri.

Engkau bisa merumahkan tubuh-tubuh tapi bukan jiwa mereka.

Karena jiwa-jiwa itu tinggal di rumah hari esok,

Yang tak pernah dapat kau kunjungi meski hanya dalam mimpi.

Engkau bisa menjadi seperti mereka, tapi jangan coba menjadikan mereka sepertimu.

Karena hidup tidak berjalan mundur dan tidak pula berada di masa lalu.

Engkau adalah busur-busur tempat anak-anakmu menjadi anak-anak panah yang hidup diluncurkan.

Sang pemanah telah membidik arah keabadian, dan Ia merenggangkanmu dengan kekuatannya.

Sehingga anak-anak panah itu dapat meluncur dengan cepat dan jauh.

Jadikanlah tarikan tangan sang pemanah itu sebagai kegembiraan,

Sebab ketika ia mencintai anak-anak panah yang terbang,

Maka Ia juga mencintai busur yang telah meluncurkannya dengan sepenuh kekuatan.

- Anak-anakmu, by Kahlil Gibran -

English version;

Your children are not your children.

They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.

They come through you but not from you,

And though they are with you yet they belong not to you. 

You may give them your love but not your thoughts, 

For they have their own thoughts.

You may house their bodies but not their souls,

For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, 

which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.

You may strive to be like them, 

but seek not to make them like you.

For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children

as living arrows are sent forth.

The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, 

and He bends you with His might 

that His arrows may go swift and far.

Let our bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;

For even as He loves the arrow that flies, 

so He loves also the bow that is stable.

- On children, by Kahlil Gibran -

Lukas, 4 years and 8 months

Timmy, 2 years and 2 months

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Bidden Adieu

... joy and sorrow are inseparable. . . together they come and when one sits alone with you . . . remember that the other is asleep upon your bed.

-Kahlil Gibran-

Just went to Lampung last week to seeing through funeral of my uncle in law. About 7 hours drives from Jakarta across Sunda Strait to Sumatera island. The funeral ceremony goes on Bataknese traditional manner 3 days after he passed away. Families, homefolks and friends came to attend the burial service.

The late uncle was a doctor, father of 4 sons (either one also has a passed away 9 years ago), and a grandfather of 3 grandniece. Passed away in 65 years old because of heart disease.

We all families would like to say bidden adieu...rest in peace.

Bataknese manner discussion

Kith and Kin

Uncle said

Sadness

Thirsty

Two smokers

Music playing

Uncles n' Auntie

It is rice in the bag

People inside of home

Jambar (beef)

Visitors

To the land for rest in peace

Praying?

Aan (cousin in law) n' uncle

Blazing hot?

Anna n' Osy (grandniece)

Rest In Peace, Dr. Zainuddin Wangi Siregar