Yesterday was exactly the 6th month since my father passed away. I wished I had come up with the idea to dedicate that Daily Mass for him.
So, how are you, Dear Papa? I haven't been dreaming about you these days. Instead, every time I was able to laugh at random details of this mundane life, I immediately shut myself and jettison back to the bitter reality of you being not physically here with us. I, however, am grateful to witness that we still survive without your ever persistent carnal support. Because after all, you are now residing on the deepest part of our hearts.
Gili Trawangan, Indonesia, December 2004
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