The Demise Of A Beloved.
A photo showing a lonely dejected man
A visitor that is unwanted and loathed by anyone of sound mind. A strong Wind that brings even the mightiest of kings and queens down. The only thing that makes the rich and the poor equal.Death!
And for some moment, i thought about everything and for once in my life i realized that nothing ever made sense. Yes, i dont mean that I've been understanding everything that happens, i know there's been time when i didn't know what to do and i couldn't explain a situation; but the good news is i didn't realize that i needed to understand a thing. But now i have to. And i know that come what may, i must make sense of this situation. But how am i to do so when the only person that made sense of everything in my life lacks? How am i even supposed to put everything together and make a move? No! It doesn't make sense.
It's her image that i have known ever since i knew that i existed.. She has been there all along. Through thick and thin. How can the world tell me now that I'll never set eyes on her ever again? How am i supposed to understand that the one lying down there is her? The deafening sound of the soil hitting the casket ,Boom! Reminds me that never again will i ever set my eyes on her.They tell me that all will be alright. They say that i should be strong. How can i get any stronger while she has been the pillar of my strength? Some of them say that this is normal, not to my ears; but when i look at them, i get the message. They seem not to understand why I'm in this state. But this is not normal. It can never be normal without the sight of her. It can never be normal if i can't hear her speak. She used to wake us up in the morning before she leaves tell us stories that she couldn't tell the other night because she was so sleepy and tired after a long day.All that is left of her is the nostalgic memories that crosses my mind every time i try to shut my eyes.
Who will do that again? I can not imagine a life without her. I'll try to be as strong as the future demands, but i know I'll never forget her. Her whole image can never be erased from my memory. She's a soul that forever will live in me. I'll be strong because that's exactly what she would have wanted me to be. But she is my hero and always will be!
I write this, not because I've recently lost someone close to me, but i just envisioned the moment of losing a dear one and felt a drive to represent what the people who have lost one could say. Sometimes we think that moving on after losing a loved one is so easy, and that people should do that just immediately, but i disagree. It's usually a battle of emotions and no one is to be judged. Each and everyone has a way of dealing with death, and for us to show some sense of humanity, we need not expect one to behave in a certain mamner. It's a thing one can understand only by going through it. We don't forget, we just forge ahead, because that's what life needs us to do. We usually don't have a choice, and the fact that the people around us are cultured to expect us to behave in manner that depicts strength tears us more apart. But the memories of these people live in us forever.
Actually, Nothing does us part.
Article by Rose Wafula
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