Someone told me that people die every day the same way people are born every day. Death is inevitable, it’s scary looking back and seeing that we have lost so many of our loved ones. People who we thought would stay with us for a long time. Death is something that can never be predicted. You see someone today and then the next day you hear that they are dead.
Sometimes we are left in shock and we get goosebumps when we get such news. We keep wondering if death has a list. Most times good people end up dying and you are left to imagine who could be next. I hear people say that they are not scared of dying but to me, I am scared of death, I am scared of losing someone who I love and I feel heartbroken when I see people lose their loved ones to the cold hands of death.
Last month, I lost my aunt. She’s my father’s elder sister and has been a mother to everyone. My father lost his parents at a very young age and his sister happens to be a mother to them, even if she wasn’t mature enough to start acting like one. Circumstances made her to be the mother they lost and a grandmother to me and my siblings.
We call her “big mummy” I haven’t fully accepted the fact that she is gone. If there’s one thing I learned from her, it’s the act of caring. My big mummy has to be the most selfless person I have ever met. The way she loves my dad and his siblings needs to be studied. She is calm and she is ready to listen to them. Even as they are grown and have families of their own, she makes it a responsibility to give them gifts and also help out in any way she can.
She makes sure, she calls me in school and always checks up on me and my siblings. A few months before she died, she called me on the phone and we spoke for a long time. Talking to my big mummy felt like I was talking to my age mates. She made me believe in being selfless and also being a cheerful giver. My aunt can be likened to Dorcas in the bible. She is a cheerful giver and a lover of her siblings and everyone around her. She lightens up the room with her presence.
Her death was a big shock to me. I am writing this with tears in my eyes because I miss her and seeing her lifeless body I couldn’t help but realize that Death is a snatcher of beautiful things. Most times when I look back, I wish I could turn back the hands of time and spend more time with the people I love that death has taken away from me.
I haven’t moved on from her death and I am certain my family hasn’t moved on either, especially my dad. He still looks sad whenever he has a flashback of his sister’s death.
In all, we hope that she Rest In Peace. We can never forget her impact on our lives and how selfless she had been while she was with us.
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