I’ve cried my eyes out today because I lost someone that was close. It was a realization of the many things I’ve thought about that played out right in front of me, and there was nothing I could do to reverse it. Two days ago, I was with this person together with some other friends looking for a solution to a challenge we had.
I knew there was the concept of death. I also know that no one knows when death could creep up on us and yank us off the surface of the earth, but even with all these realizations, it is not possible that we lose someone important or close to us, and we do not feel it. It is not possible.
This guy had been sick for a while, but he was getting better. So, how come he died? Then, I realized that when people wanted to say goodbye to the world, they appear healthy even though they were sick. But then, why is that? I still do not have an answer.
At the burial today, I didn’t know when tears started flowing down my cheeks. I mean, I won’t get to see this man again? What happens now? To his kids? His young wife? His mum? His friends? Everyone that loved him?
People cried and wailed, but he heard none of us. None of those screams brought him back to life. His time was truly up. His time on earth was done, and now, he would have to face another world where nothing is certain. He wouldn’t get to see us nor hear from us anymore, and his very young daughter who had built her life around her dad won’t have the chance to see her dad anymore. Life is just so feeble.
One thing however that I appreciated the most about his death was the fact everyone that spoke about him found no fault in his existence. He wasn’t a rich man, yet he had it all. His kind heart, his loyalty in friendships, his support for his family members, his honesty in all monetary dealings, his support for his friends among others, his empathy towards his workers.
PexelsOne of his workers cried so much today because she didn’t understand how to move on from there. She had been newly brought in from the village and was lucky enough to work for this man. She said, “the very first time she had an ice cream was a surprise from her boss. She also said that she never knew was shawarma was until her boss bought it for her”, and at that point, I realized that in whatever way we can, making people happy even in our little way goes a long way.
This does not mean pleasing people by displeasing ourselves, it only means that we don’t know when our reality will become a thing of the past, isn’t it best that we have good things said about us?
Living a life of impact is not until we become the richest or the most influential person in life, rather, it’s in the little things we do like feeding a stray cat or dog, offering water to the thirsty, feeding the hungry, paying transport fare for that stranded individual, treating our workers well, loyal to friends, loving family, be a present parent in the lives of our kids, and to as big as sponsoring someone’s education if we have the capacity to do that.
Life is so feeble, and this soul in us is only but here for a short time. It is only good that this short time we live was worthwhile. Being good to ourselves, and to others is one important way to get the best out of life so that even though we had become history, our little impacts in the lives of people wouldn’t be forgotten.
