Life, at times, is in two dimensions, the day we live and die, the days of surplus and scarcity, rejoicing and mourning, and lots more. It was written that way; we just have to be thankful for whichever one life throws at us. Now to the question.
This would be the days that my beloved Dad and my elder sister passed away. The pain of losing them both on the same day is something I still struggle with. How I wished those moments had never happened 👌It was a painful moment, scary, and hurtful moment in my life. 8th March has never been a good day for me. A day, I wished never happened.
My Dad
My Dad was my hero, not just to me but to everyone around him. He was a pillar of strength in our family and a beloved figure in our community. His death came as a shock, as he fell ill suddenly and passed away at a young age. At this time, my siblings and I were still young, and I hadn't even started university yet. The weight of his absence was heavy on us, especially as we had to navigate the challenges of losing his support and facing opposition from family members over his assets. The aftermath of his death was a difficult and trying time for my mother and the children, and every day I find myself wishing that moment could be completely erased.
Since his passing, no one has been able to fill the vacuum he left behind. His presence was unique and irreplaceable, Losing him was a tremendous loss for our family, and his absence is felt every day. I was far away from earth knowing fully well that my backbone was no more. Hurtful, right?
Sweet is the tale of the righteous one! Missing you every day 😭
My sister
My beloved sister, a caring and gentle soul, a lover of God, and a prayer warrior died after a brief illness with pregnancy on the same day Dad died. It was indeed a sad moment that needed to be erased completely. I witnessed this day in pain and agony. I cried my eyes out, I went to the morgue where she was lying, and I started tapping her to wake up but at last, she was lifeless.
I felt she should not be buried because she could still wake up(my belief) after a day, when she couldn't wake up, it became a reality that she had finally left this sinful world. The question I get to ask myself every now and then is why do we have to die? Can death not happen? This time I was about to write my final year examination in school, and the incident almost ruined my final year results because it was too difficult to let go.
I miss them both. May my Dad and Sister continue to rest in the bosom of the Lord till we meet to path no more.
How I wish these two moments had never happened to me.
My participation in the #weekendengagement writing.
Thank you for reading through my sad moment. I pray we shall not die untimely 🙏🙏
