Neny knew that she was never going to see her daughters grow up, fall in love, get married, have children, follow their passions, paint, sew, cook, play in the sun and the sand with lil Muqarrabin, learn to swim, climb trees and skin their knees, to hold them and comfort them when they were sad or to laugh with them and roll on the bed listening to them laugh. That task is left to me and I gratefully accepted it.
She knew that they were going to grow up with very limited memories of their mama, despite me having lots of her photos, our digital asset and quite possibly at some point, calling someone else their mother instead.
She painfully knew that this was it, and she was helpless to stop it.
Semoga Allah menerima ibadah korban arwah isteriku, Neny Endriani Hj Bustamal dan memberikan ganjaran serta memperoleh haji yang mabrur. Terima kasih kepada hamba Allah yang akan melaksanakan ibadah umrah dan haji badal untuk isteri hamba. Mudah-mudahan Allah memberkati kehidupan tuan. Amiin.