2009.

That’s the one I mean..

In 2009, I lost my junior-high-school history teacher. She is (Alm.) Deborah, a senior teacher at SMPK 2 PENABUR Jakarta, where I spent my 3 years of teenage. I didn’t really know that she was sick. It’s a cancer in her stomach – I’m not sure it’s the colon, intestine or  uterus. One day, about the days of her birthday, I was told that she was really, really sick. My math teacher and one of my friends finally decided to come to the hospital where she got the treatment. We bought some fruits, and my teacher had prepared some words of prayer to be brought there.

Unfortunately, she died exactly when we arrived.

3 months later, on a sunny Monday morning, I got a sudden call from my vice-principal. She told me that my native English teacher, (Alm.) Arthur Laronde, had passed away. He fell after he played golf.  The previous Friday, he had kidded that he wouldn’t come teaching on Monday, because he wanted to celebrate his birthday with his daughter.

Again, it’s the birthday.

About one month after it, some of my friends and I were busy for Cambridge A Level Examinations. However, my grandpa was sick at that time. He was having a bad respiratory disease, and it made a complication to his major organs. I couldn’t believe it, he did leave me and the whole huge family on November 27th 2009 in his 94th age.

Exactly like what you have guessed… yeah, we have just celebrated his birthday in early November..

Yah…..it was quite a phenomenon for me. What do you think?

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