A
Tribute To
A FATHER OF A FRIEND OF MINE
JOSEPH PURWANTO
March 18, 1951 - May 27, 2002
"I Can't Just"
I can't just call you anymore
I can't just drop by to see how you are
I can't just think of you and not cry
I can't just be here when you are not
I can't just not be angry because of all things you will miss
I can't just forget you
I can't just throw my arms around you
I can't just kiss your cheek
I can't just deal and go on
I can't just forget wonderful you
You are loved
You are remembered
I can't just be at peace
I can't just accept that you are
I can't just accept that I will never see you
I can't just...
I just can't...
1
JOHN 3:1A-2
See
what love the Father has bestowed on us
In letting us be called children of God
Yes that is what we are
Dearly beloved,
We
are God’s children now;
What
we shall later be has not yet come to light
We
know that when it comes to light
We
shall be like Him as He is
WHY CAN'T HEAVEN WAIT FOR ONE MORE NIGHT?
My dad was the
greatest! No
matter how busy or tired he must had been, he always had time to play and read
with me when I was little. I have some really great memories of those times. He never had a bad thing to say about anyone and he devoted his life to helping
others. Although I do not understand why such a caring person would be taken
away from us, I do believe that my dad is in a much better place than we could even
imagine. He is the lucky one and we are all left down here on Earth to cope with
life. He would not want me to be upset that he is gone, so I will not let this
overwhelm me. I know that I will be with him someday. In the meantime, I
can only hope that I can help others in the same unselfish way that my dad has
done. And to my dad. . ."You're here, there's nothing to fear and I know my
heart will go on. . ." and I know you are happy because "there'll be
no more tears in heaven."
I went to your room today to tuck you in
and called out your name. I still can't accept the fact that you were
gone. I felt your
presence so strongly that I almost couldn't leave. I know you were there, and
that when I bent over your bed, I was actually able to kiss the top of your
head. I can smell your essence on the empty pillow in your bed. I miss you so
much it hurts. Everything in your room reminds me of you, Daddy. What I wouldn't give to take one last walk with you around the
garden, to tell you one last time how much I love you...
You are the light of my heart, the joy of
my soul and one day, if I ever have children, I will tell them how wonderful you
were, a grandfather that they will never know. But I will make sure they will
love you as much as I do. I just hope that when my turn comes to leave this
world, I could be as dignified as you. You were loved, you are loved and you
will be loved by all of us here.
WHY
CAN'T HEAVEN WAIT FOR JUST ONE MORE NIGHT? There are so many things I
wanted to tell you. I know my time with you was short, but you've become such an
inspiration to us. You
are the greatest man to have ever lived. A wonderful father who was always there
for all of us. I love you, Dad, and I know you loved me.
I thank the universe for assigning me as your daughter instead of some
other lucky child. In the meantime, please
don’t forget me. I won’t forget you. I miss you so much, and I love you
every minute, every day of my life. I hate to say good bye, so this is not a
good bye, Daddy. It's just my way of saying "I will see you
again." I really don't want to say good bye to you, because I know deep
down inside my heart that WE WILL MEET AGAIN.
Good night, Dad
Designed and Published
by
A Friend
of Ms. Berty Andriani.
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