When the holiday for Eid mubarak start what i do is accompany my mom in asrama haji hospital, my mom is take care grandmother because she was have a liver problem. i am with my mother take a shift at night to take care my grandmother and my sister and my uncle was the one that get shift to take care on the morning, before i go for my shift i was prepare everything like a bottle of water and some food for sahoor on the hospital.my shift and my mom is from 7Pm until 7Am. 2 days have passed and in 8 April my grandmother was taken from hospital and get take care at home, she arrive at home 9Am and she was can still communicate with my family and everyone.
Until night come when my grandmother was sleeping she was started to mumble like she dreaming about her past when my grandfather still alive, she was mumble calling everyone name on family from grandfather until her grandchildren. My mom and my auntie was calming my grandmother because everyone worry about her condition, all the family member was gather around on the side of my grandmother. Hour by hour have passed until the time is 8Am and from there everyone worry about my grandmother because she not responding our sound and not waking up, she is still breathing but my grandmother already lost her consciousness. All our family worry and they pray to Allah while my mom and my aunty try to wake her up, but in that time i know that her time was come and what i can do just pray for her and let Allah decide what gonna happen next.
Three hour have passed and we all seen that my grandmother have pass her last breath, the atmosphere became broken full of tears and sadness. Time to time everyone from big family and neighbor was come to help and provide condolences and also prayers that she is accepted by Allah. What i do as her grandson was help other to prepare for her funeral, I prepared the coffin to take her to the mosque and cemetery, and also I prepared the tools to bathe her. after that she was bathed while others prepared the shroud for her to wear, after being bathed and also put on the shroud we as a family looked at her face for the last time before the shroud was closed and sent to the mosque for funeral prayers.
after that me and other people from my family carry my grandmother to the mosque for the funeral prayer, after done the prayer we bought her to the last place to rest and get prepare to give her a proper burial. My grandmother was put inside her grave by my father and my uncle. Before the meal was closed, the Ustad led a prayer for him for the last time and after that his grave was closed by the ground. After i get back to home everyone still sad for my grandmother that have passed away, on the afternoon we all prepare for preparing a recitation for my grandmother. after isya' prayer everyone starting to come, after the recitation we all as a family gather around and talk about my grandmother and pray the best for her.
The day after the death of my grandmother, our family atmosphere was still in mourning and there were still many guests arriving. every time I was still on the verge of regret for not being able to make my grandmother happy while she was still alive, every time I still thought about her. a few days during Eid, our family was only at home to greet guests who came to offer their condolences. During my free time I always went out in the afternoon to ride around on a motorcycle in the kenjeran area, I tried to find fresh air so that the atmosphere I had was not in a constant feeling of regret. for some time we took the time to visit several other relatives' houses to stay in touch even though my grandmother was no longer there. within a few days my family was living life as usual because we cannot always be sad.
A few days later, my family and I tried to take a trip out of town to relieve our grief and replace it with a happy atmosphere. We traveled to Malang city at night to avoid traffic. There, we stayed at a hotel in Songgoriti. While there, we visited various places such as Alun Alun Batu, Jawa Timur Park 2, and several local tourist spots. We spent a lot of time there to overcome our grief and to return to our usual selves. While I was alone outside the room, I thought about many things that had happened. Every living being will die eventually; every destiny is determined by the Almighty, and we can only have faith in it. As the days passed, our time in Malang brought moments of solace and reflection. Each morning began with a family breakfast at the hotel, where we shared stories and laughter, trying to focus on the present and the beauty around us. The fresh mountain air and the vibrant local culture slowly started to lift our spirits.
One sunny afternoon, we decided to visit Coban Rondo Waterfall. The journey there was filled with winding roads and lush greenery. Upon arrival, the sight and sound of the cascading water were mesmerizing. We hiked down the path to the base of the waterfall, where the mist from the falls cooled our faces. For a moment, standing there in awe of nature's beauty, our sorrow seemed to fade. In the evenings, we explored the local markets, sampling various street foods and buying souvenirs. The lively atmosphere, with its colorful stalls and friendly vendors, was a stark contrast to the somber mood we had brought with us. One particular evening, we attended a traditional dance performance at the town square. The music and graceful movements of the dancers transported us to a different world, one where joy and sorrow coexisted in harmony.
As our vacation came to an end, we felt a renewed sense of hope and connection. The pain of our loss was still there, but it was now interwoven with new memories and experiences that reminded us of the beauty of life. On our last night in Malang, we gathered for a quiet dinner, reflecting on our journey and the subtle healing it had brought. Returning home, we realized that while the sadness had not completely disappeared, it had become a part of our story. The trip to Malang had taught us that moving forward doesn't mean forgetting; it means carrying our loved ones with us in our hearts, cherishing both the past and the present.