Goodbye Cousin…

by freelynx

Dear beloved cousin,

I was always remembered you as a person who always full of laughter and I was always remembered you as a person that I am greatly admired. You went for your dream to fly. You had become a pilot. a good, talented and brave one.

You flew to places where they were hard to reach, to gave the victims of natural disaster your hand so they can have the help to fullfil their need. You flew tons of goods and aids to them. When nobody wanted to do it, you gave your hand with bravely.

I witnessed with my own eyes how you treat your family with so much respect. You were a good and wise husband to your wife and daughters, you were a good and helpful son to both of your parents, you were a good and kind brother to your little sister.

I admired you. I envied you. I remember when we were kids, my mum, dad, and I were visiting at your place, you know what you did back then? you were in front of computer playing game. But it wasn’t such a game to be precise. You were flying an airplane in a simulator for computer. You even taught me a little bit. You loved to fly as you finally managed to become a pilot. I want to be a pilot too, but I couldn’t. That what makes me so envy you.

I also remember you when we were visiting grandma and grandpa at the far east java. Our other cousin and you likely to have a small competition on how many food can he and you eat. I had a wish that one day I was challenging you, because I’ve been practicing. But, my wish would never be come true…

Now everything it’s just a dream that will never come true. Just this morning I heard that your plane gone missing and at the end of the day it was positive that you have been gone. Your airplane crashed… you were the pilot. I saw the news where they put your body in the bag and move it just like a garbage waste. They said your body was totally destroyed. Then it was impossible to see you even just one more time before we burried you.

Life is not fair for you, dear cousin. This was your last flight. This last flight should be escorting you to your family, wife and daughters. You were planning to take a test to become a pilot commercial airplane. Your nobel flight to deliver goods and aids for the victims of great flooding in Wasior, Papua had become the last duty of yours for humanity, and for earth. You were heading back to your home but you were never made it. You were taken just before you could complete your final mission by returning home and take a job as a pilot comercial airplane.

I feel devastated. But I can’t imagine what it must have been like to be your closest person: the wife and children. We hadn’t spent much time in a near past, but to see you for the last time is what I really wanted. It’s really sad that it is impossible to have that wish comes true. Not even tears can assembled your body parts back to one piece.

It was my regret when I was visiting your dad in the hospital and you went down to get and escort me where the room was, but I managed to find it by my self and we didn’t run into each other. I wished that time comes back so I can chase you and meet you again.

I do cry for you my dear cousin. believe me when I say that these tears of mine are real, as real as it could be. Why you have to go now? there are so many people that missed you a lot even when you were still alive. That what makes me believes that life is so unfair. Especially to you…

There’s nothing I can say, except a warm farewell. I know you may not be able to read this letter I made for you. Whereever you are now my dear cousin, deeply down my heart I want to say greatly thank you for what you had done to the world especially our nation, Indonesia. Indonesia is crying at the moment of all the disastrous things that happened, but half of the tears were there… for you…

Goodbye and farewell, dear cousin Adjunct Commissioner Irwan…
You will be missed… deeply…

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The accident:
http://www.thejakartaglobe.com/home/national-police-plane-crashes-in-papua-five-feared-dead/403672

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