As it stands currently, my family is not feeding me or giving me money to live my life, but hey, whenever I know that my family is complete, my joy knows no bounds. I may not be calling home every now and then to maintain that son–mother–father–sibling bond, but these fellows are dear to my heart, and I am always grateful that each and every one of them is alive.
I may not know how heavy it feels to lose an immediate family member, and I don’t wish to experience that anytime soon until we are all in our 200s. I have experienced the deaths of aunts, uncles, very close relatives, and close friends. Those moments were painful, but I know they cannot be measured to the hurt that comes when an immediate family member dies, especially the ones you are close to. Or is that a lie?
Some weeks ago, a friend posted on his WhatsApp status about the death of his dad and how hurt he was. He said that he had seen people cry about the deaths of their loved ones. He had even witnessed the deaths of extended family members, and during those moments, he was hurt, but those could not be measured against the pain his father’s death gave him. A very hot & chilled heartbreak.
I won’t lie, I have thought about and imagined scenarios where any member of my family had to die, and the thought was so heavy that I couldn’t continue thinking further because of the fear of such scenes happening in real life. I know death will come one day, but hey, I want it to stay far away for now. Let it come when everyone has matured into old age, and by then, it may not be as painful as it would be if it were to happen at this moment in my life.
I am grateful for having every member of my family complete.
I am at the stage of my life where I will never see myself having any long-lasting conflict with either my parents or my siblings. We can argue and quarrel over something, and that is very normal for people who are close, but it won’t last for days. Why should I have long-lasting conflict or enmity with people I am scared to lose? No way! I will keep living in peace with them until the day death finally comes.
I am grateful for other things like gradual growth and the hurdles I have cleared recently in my life. But above all of these is life. Funny enough, I am grateful for my life, but I am even more grateful for the lives of my family members. Like I always say, I am not scared of my own death; I am more scared of the death of my loved ones. That pain hurts more than one’s own death.
Let me stop here before something starts reading superstition about death into this. Lol.
Thanks for reading.
This is my entry to Week 213, Edition 03 of the Weekly Featured contest in Hive Learners Community
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