When the End’s Come

It was in November 2007. My daughter, Lia, (after having dinner) was studying in her room when her handphone rang. I could’t hear clearly what she was talking about with her friend. I just found she was very sad after that. ‘Mommy, this afternoon, I and Wisnu sat side by side at the course class, he still talked about manything. But this time (about 9 pm) he just laid there, in his house, breathless. He got accident this evening, his motorcycle was hit by a truck, he passed away at about 7 pm…’. Wisnu, was her schoolmate, I never saw him before. Bad and sad news often made me speechless for a while, and sometimes shocked me too. The news Lia told me made me sad too. 17 years old boy seemed too young to die. Just like my children, Wisnu set up to school early in the morning. All of the day my children had activities out there, we couldn’t guard them all day long. In the evening, my children one by one came home. When the it began to dark I phoned them to check their position. When they all had come home, I felt complete. I was not Wisnu’s mother but I could feel the very lost feeling that his mother felt right now. Just like me, she might be say good bye to his son at the fence in the morning, but in the evening only his breathless body came. I was too scare to imagine the situation. After speechless for a moment, I said to Lia ’See honey, once again, when the end will come is always a mystery for us. We do believe there is a life after death, at that time all of we have to represent the journey of life we had, and God will score us. So, always do good things and never forget God who always keep us in his arms. Go sholat now, say thanks He still give us chances to prepare our after death future life, and pray that He will be merciful to Wisnu too’. It’s almost a year later, as I write this I pray that Wisnu’s mother have more strength to continue her life without her loving son, Wisnu.