Hamlet teaches us the irony, when his mother and his uncle were married and having a wedding party a few months after his father’s funeral. However, Hamlet and Hamlet alone felt the sadness and that irony.

On November 11th, my dear mother, Ratu Dyah Intan Irawati, was having a birthday party–the saddest birthday party in her life. A day before, her sister passed away. She was the closest to her compared to many of their relatives. She met her a few hours before her sudden departure. Ratu Happy Komala Dewi, RIP, was preparing my mother’s birthday before she died. She was the one who gave the idea of the venue.

Of course, the party was not actually a party. The irony got real sharp, when near our table, there was some people who were really partying, with live music and all. When the hotel gave their birthday services, they sent a singer to sing happy birthday. Of course the singer was trying his best, to make everybody enjoyed the party–which of course was not a big success.

This is some selected photos from that event.

Aston SImatupang Lights 1.

Some of my big family and my mom friends.

Calista, Clara, and Sari

Ody, my cousin’s husband, enjoying his dinner while watching the women relatives talk.

Brother.

My mom best friend, Lani, and her daughter Cantika.

Mom slicing her cake.

Mom’s cake. Presented by my brother Gilang and his fiancee.

Saddest Birthday.

Ogy Indrayoga, my father in law, having a discussion with my uncle Donny and Djody.

Mother in law, Tettien, enjoying her bite.

My uncle Mukti (left) and my father Sukarya (right).

Clara holding a lemon tea (mind you, no alcohol for muslim mom), with the birthday present inside.

Mom receiving her birthday present from me and my cousins. A ring.

Aston Simatupang Lights 2.