He wasn’t just a grumpy, complaining old man.
He was a boy, grown up without the love of a father.
He was a young man who chose to leave his study to be an obedient son.
He was a doting husband who loved his wife in his simple ways.
He was a father trying his best to feed and educate his children.
He was a proud grandpa, from the first grandchild to the ones following her.
He was a scholar and a seller. A layman yet a thinker.
He was the man glued in front of the television for quiz shows.
He was the child in a man’s body who loved fairs and games.
He was stubborn yet loving in the only way that he knew how.
He was far from perfect but he was my Dad.
Rest in Peace, Papa.
TRESNA HADI TANUSONDJAJA
(23 February 1937 – 5 June 2011)