It was year 2009 when my father passed away due to a serious illness. I took care of him for 3 months and spent the most of my time with him for another 3 more months before he left. I can never forget the last night that we had with him.
It was almost 11:00 pm when my sister and I left the hospital. The bus was about to leave when our helper called and rendered the bad news. We rushed back to the hospital feeling anxious and still hoping that we will still be able to see our Papa breathing.
Running down the cold, dark halls of the hospital came across our fears. By the time we arrived at the room, all the nurses and doctor around him were trying their best to save his life. He was revived twice, but on the third our family decided to let him go. It was completely hard to say goodbye to someone that you will never see and be with again. His brothers and sister were also there on his side just before he left. We were all there with him until his body was transferred to the funeral.
Upon his wake and burial, his friends, our friends, and our entire clan all came to show their sympathy. It was a grieving moment for all of us. We lost a father, a husband, a brother, an uncle and a friend. We lost someone with a warm-loving heart. We surely missed him. I surely missed him.
Three years have passed and a lot o great things had happened in our lives. I guess Papa is always with us guiding us in our lives. It took us a long time to finally move on to the grief of losing him. Although whenever I remember those times, I still can’t help but shed tears because the pain will always be there. I can’t imagine what will I do the next time someone in my life will have to say goodbye once more. I fear the pain of losing someone, I fear the sadness of being alone. I just hope that God will give them a long life to live so that I could spend more time with those people that I love.
If there is one thing I learned from this experience is that, spend most of your time to those people you love. Show them how much you care for them, how much you love them. Death is unpredictable, and we have to accept that life on earth is not eternal. God will have to take our lives to be with him in his kingdom where we can finally live forever.
The Fearless Fantasist 