Yes another post about death….. I am getting quite morbid aren’t I?? You can read my other posts on death here and here.
We are all going to experience death at some point, some sooner than later. We are all going to die.
I think the first time I experienced death was when my grandfather died. However, because he was in Pakistan and we were here it didn’t affect me so much because I wasn’t overly close to him. I just remember my dad sitting quietly in the garden on his own when he heard the news.
The first proper death I experienced was the death of my brother when I was 15. I can safely say that messed me up for a while. It affected my parents deeply and it still does. They do say a parent should never have to see a child die. It just doesn’t seem natural.
But the children have to see their parents die. And that is what I have been thinking about recently.
Some people can lose a parent even before they are born, some at an early age so that they do not remember them, others later in life.
Alhamdulillah I still have both my parents and recently I have noticed how old my father, in particular, is looking. I have never thought about it because for his age (71) he is very active mashAllah. He even comes round to my house to do odd jobs (my hubby is useless at DIY!) I tell him not to but sometimes he sneaks in while I am at work.
However he has been suffering from severe headaches for some time. The GP EVENTUALLY sent him to have some injections in his neck to see if that will help. The only problem was he had to come off some other medication which is used to thin his blood 5 days before he had his injections. That in itself was worrying as he suffers from angina.
A few weeks ago I came home from work early to take him to the hospital as it was not in our city but in a town nearby. We were not allowed to stay with him while he had them done. I could tell my mum did not want to leave him but they insisted we had to wait in the waiting room.
3 hours later he came out and he looked like a different man. He looked so frail and he was unsteady on his feet. We had to hold on to him as in all honesty it looked like he could collapse at any moment.
That is when it hit me that my dad is not indestructible and one day I will lose him.
So I just wanted to say respect your parents. Cherish the time you have with them. Try to resolve any differences you may have with them before it is too late.
Because I have loved life, I shall have no sorrow to die.
– Amelia Burr