IN LOVING MEMORY: DECKY PRATAMA PUTRA

Do not stand at my grave and weep,I am not there; I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning’s hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circling flight. I am the soft starlight at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die.

Early this evening, I learnt about the passing of my former styling assistant [the first I ever had], and a dear friend, Decky. He died from skin cancer, and it's only after his death that I looked through his Twitter to find his messages to God. It's hard to stomach that someone whom I was once close to, and whom I worked with, and had so much fun with is no longer here.

All we can do now is pray. You will be missed, Decky. And never forgotten.

His wise words from his Twitter account: "Life is short, Break the rules, forgive quickly, kiss slowly, love truly, laugh uncontrollably, And never regret anything that made you smile."