epitaph

. how would your epitaph read?.

it has been almost a month now since i called home from the jakarta airport only to be told by my mom that we had lost him at that very second. a whirlwind of activities ensued. it was (still is) a big blur. the eventual had happened. i had cried earlier but the emotion was strongest when you finally say goodbye, for the last time. i went back to him before catching a flight out.

the fresh patch of soil is the only indicator of where he finally finds rest. the epitaph has yet to be placed. it was to read " beloved husband and father". in all his 60 years, this concise phrase was to be my dad's abstract. he was more than this ... a dear friend to many who i met during the wake, an endearing brother to his siblings, a playful uncle to all his nephews and nieces, an esteemed colleague and many more to a lot of people. put suffice it, by our dictate, he will be "beloved husband and father".

a draft : "Lost. Loved. Lived "