"Better is it to go to the house of mourning than to go to the banquet house, because that is the end of all mankind; and the one alive should take it to his heart." --Eccl. 7:2
A friend's mother just passed today. She was an amazing person. I never knew her well, but she was one of those whom you can tell she had done amazing things. It got me thinking about, not me, but my dad. Tonight, she was surrounded by family from all over. Hovering around her, waiting. So much love was in that room. Everyone was talking, but at a respectful level. Some were playing music, Kingdom Melodies. "He Will Call" would've been great to sing.
8:30pm She left is peace.
6:00am he didn't. All I could say to him was "I'll see you later, dad". The day before. Not knowing I would be woken up at 7:00am the next day, rushing me to the hospital so that I can say my belated "goodbye". He passed with no one surrounding him, Hovering around, waiting. No one talking, no one singing Kingdom Melodies. "He Will Call" wasn't yet, published back then.
In that room, it was only myself and another friend who had visited him when he was still home.
I am not bitter, jealous, or angry. Those feelings are even present. All I am is regretting, that he didn't have those near his side when he needed it. While in the past, he gave every fiber of his being just to be at anyone's side.
However, these feelings will subside. Because, as of right now, while two things are still for sure: Death and Taxes, both will be wiped away clean. Gone. And she'll be back with her family who, for the moment, said "good bye" and now will say "Missed you". And I'll be there with our family, standing around. Hovering around, waiting to say to him "I told you I'll see you later".
Monday, March 22, 2010
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