Recently, my aunt passed on. The exact words of my sister as she broke the news to me.
I had just returned from an outing at the O2 only to meet my sisters unusually quiet and withheld. Thinking it a reaction to my just-before-midnight arrival, I decide to ignore ‘em and avoid any further conversation till the next day. By then, things would be back to normal. So I head off to the living room away from everyone else.
Seated on the couch in the living room and reaching for the zipper of my 10 quid fashion wannabe knee-high boots, my sis starts of with “There’s a bit of bad news”. Bad news?? I had no inkling of what would follow. All I was certain of was it had nothing to do with my late arrival. “Auntie’s passed on” she continued.
“Passed on?” “Passed on where??” my lame response. Looking back now, those were foolish questions to have asked, but in total shock at that point, English Language failed me completely. I sat in the same position for unending minutes, staring blankly at the wall agape. A million and two thoughts running through my mind at the same time. I just could not process that information.
It must be a prank. Very soon, there would be a phone call or text affirming it’s some kinda sick joke. An acute case of misdiagnosis. She must just have slept too deeply for too long and some incompetent medic given the wrong verdict. Or may be she’s gone off to another country to start a new life as often depicted in movies. I have yet to come to terms with it, as with other relatives. Can’t she be brought back to life?? Lazarus was after FOUR days. Hers has been a week now, but, didn’t HE say greater works?
I still remember our last conversation. I still have that picture we all took at the last family gathering in August. I only completely forgave and released a hurt caused several years ago. What if I hadn’t let go? What if this happened while my heart was still heavy from the pains caused?
It’s difficult to accept that she has passed on; not even after my cousin’s updated BBM status. Shortly, we shall be awakened from this illusion. The director will soon yell “CUT!” and all this unpleasant drama will end. Maybe this was just a ‘stunt’ to revive our fainting hearts.
Undoubtedly, we are not on Earth forever. Life on Earth is a journey that must end for our return Home. How well are we living our lives? What account shall we give upon our arrival? Surely, it is unwise to gather the riches of this world at the peril of ones eternity.
Let’s remember it profits a man nothing to gain the whole world and lose his soul.
HE will keep in perfect peace whose heart is stayed on HIM.