It's crazy how you can see someone today and in a few days they will be gone forever. Life can be taken away from someone in split seconds, which is why it is very important to cherish every important person in your life. Many people don't know how important a moment can be until it turns to something they can only reflect on in their memories.
You might be wondering why I'm rumbling today but something happened recently that made me understand how easy it is to lose someone who is very important to you.
It was almost noontime when my phone rang; it was my brother, who was home with my parent. I picked up the phone and he said,
"Daddy fell from inside the roof, and he hit his head on the floor; he is bleeding and it is serious."
I tried not to panic and ask some questions but the network decided to be terrible at that moment.
"Hello, how bad is it? Are you there? Say something?"
While I was trying to get information, the call ended, and I called back immediately. Someone I just finished talking to—the phone was answered by someone else saying, "He is busy; please call back later."
At that moment, I became so scared. A lot was going through my mind. I was trying not to panic but I couldn't shake off the fear in my heart. I started sweating, so instead of waiting for the news, I packed my clothes and started heading home.
This is my dad, a man who has been there since I was little. The man who was a dad and a father to my siblings and me. I wouldn't be where I am today without him, and I haven't even done anything yet for him. I plan to give him the best life in his old age; the thought of losing him brought tears to my eyes on my way home and I didn't know when proof started staring at me.
The thought of him dying shook me to the core, and the journey back home was one of the longest journeys even though we were just a fewkilometers away from each other. I started praying on the bus, and the fact that no one was calling me or picking up my calls made it very difficult to breathe.
When I got home, I saw the family nurse attending to him; he was fine but he was in pain. He went onto the roof to do some electrical repairs because he is an electrical engineer. It was hot that afternoon; the supply of oxygen was low, which made him lost consciousness and he fell from inside the roof down into his bedroom and very close to his wooden bed. I wasn't glad the accident happened but if he had hit his head on the bed frame, I don't know what might have happened. He hit his head and body on the floor; he was bleeding but his condition has been stabilized.
I was relieved to see him breathing and fine. I don't think I'm ever going to be prepared to see any of my parents die. I have been home with them, and being there with them is more than enough for them.
Thanks for reading.