Death is one topic I don't really like talking about, because of the mysteries around it. It's visit can't be predicted and at times it doesn't bother to visit homes, it wait at the road, or at work place. Sometimes it gives a notice and other times it doesn't. Some people beg for it's visit and it doesn't look their way, while it embraces those who don't think about it. May it not visit us in our prime.
A friend was telling me about two sickle cell warriors. One looks so sickly and fragile, she can't even walk well with a leg ulcer. While the other looks so healthy that you wouldn't even guess she's a sickle cell patient. Both studied together in same department but the healthy one died even before graduation while the very sickly one is alive and doing well in career. Death is never predictable.
The death of my most favorite aunty was a big blow to my family. My aunt was my mum's younger sister. They loved each other so much. She could do anything for my mum. She was such a lovely person. Everyone that comes around her loves her because of the kind of love she has in her heart. She had only one child who is my cousin but her house accommodates about ten other children whom she takes care of. Her home is always open to everyone, both friends, family members and strangers.
While I was in the university, most of my holidays were spent in her house. My love for her is almost the same with my mum but for the cord of motherhood. There is nothing in this life that my aunt couldn't give out. She was a mother and a friend. I could tell her some things that I couldn't tell my mum. That is how close we were. She hated confrontations and loved peace. My aunt and her husband lived in different states because of the nature of the husband's job. Would you believe that her friend was dating her husband and my aunt knew but decided to ignore it?
This betrayal of a friend would bring her child to my aunt that she was traveling for something very important but she was actually going to meet my aunt's husband. My aunt knew all these but she still prefer peace. The worst part of it was that my aunt battled high blood pressure for a long time. She just kept taking her drugs and living her life.
She was always there to give the best advice to you when ever you need it. She would always listen and never judge. She knew the birth date of everyone in the family because she was so good with dates and really smart. She was really sweet and warm. I still remember all the things she told me when I wanted to get married and how much she encouraged me in preparation for the battles ahead. I still can't believe you're gone.
The last time I saw her was when I went home for my brother's ordination two years ago. She looked sick but acted okay. I asked how she was doing and she was positive. I didn't know that was the last time I would see her. I heard not long after, how she began to forget practically everything. Even the fact that she had eaten the meat in her food a minute ago.
I learnt from her how much it pays to be good and to do good even when no one sees it. She was really kind and people can't stop talking good about her till date.
We are all still learning to move on without her and I hold dear, all her memories.
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