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Sometimes I imagine the sisters, all a few years apart, navigating their teenage years up in the emerald highlands of West Sumatra, active volcanoes lurking in the distance. My mother, a crooner who often broke into song at gatherings, would have been the gregarious one.
It was not until the last day that I was treated to the full glory of Valpo street art. What a fantastic haven of creativity and spirit.
She never baked cookies for me nor mended my clothes. But it was her, along with my dad, who instilled in me our family values. They were and are: Be kind, be humble, be generous, and be the best that you can be. Serve your family, your community, and your country.
The Lady knows better than most, there is a time for talk and there is a time for contemplation. She has smouldered before falling silent. Lift her back up with similar grace.
For ten minutes or perhaps even longer - being breathless for that long cuts off some oxygen to the brain, so I can’t remember the exact duration - this view of snow-capped mountain ridges went on and on and on.
To me, their resumes are annotation of a more indelible legacy: they were kind and happy and sweet and funny. They made us smile. They made us laugh. They hugged and hugged and then hugged some more. What’s love got to do with it? A lot.
Did we not learn from all those years watching dollars and rupiahs shift from our pockets, from the pockets of the hard-working and the trusting, into a seemingly bottomless pit of greed? Have all those years not given us perspective?
