gone

a good man is gone. the first time i heard that he's gone, the only thing that came to my mind was that he will be missed. he was a good, old, crazy, happy man. he was my friend's father.

the best memory of him that i have was when he went to the laboratory once to talk to our adviser about pushing, and pushing, her daughter hard into finishing her thesis. he was so damn persistent that it was already embarrassing to my friend. all she could do was try to shoo her father away from our adviser, or else there's gonna be a team-up of these two men and all hell will break loose. a year or so after that, my friend finally defended her thesis and he was there to see it. he was so damn proud and happy, like he was the one who finally graduated. in a way, he finally did. i can't help but remember how big his smile was or how persistent he could be.

today, he is gone but he will be remembered always. it was a privilege to have met a man like him.