for the departed...
It started as an uneventful weekend. Here I was coughing away like as if my tonsils were about to be separated from it's abode when I received the sad sms.
A flurry of smses later, it finally dawned on me how fragile a pregnant woman can be. A colleague of mine was happy as can be when she found out she was pregnant. We shared her joy and happiness with each passing day. We goaded her to load up on food, bought and gave her titbits whenever possible. She on her part, diligently went about eating her medications and folic acid pills everyday. Pregnancy was indeed a joyous occasion.
However, the happiness was not to be for long. Just a while ago, that dreaded sms came. How do I react? I do know that at moments like this, no amount of consoling words can cure that heart wrenching episode of knowing that your unborn child was not to be able to live long. I was a tad taken aback. All I managed to asked was, "How is she taking it?". My colleague remarked how calm I sounded when she herself was in tears. I honestly do not know how to react.
When my late mom passed away few years back, I shed tears silently in private. I bawled my eyes out after the neurosurgeon informed me that her brain stem had refracted one more time. But I stealth myself for me and my siblings. All three of us were brought up to be fiercely independent, to be strong emotionally and not to take setbacks as an ending to life. Each setback was a lesson learnt. Death beckons to all, it is a matter of when our departure takes place. Before her sickness, my late mom ever said, "Life and death are parts and parcels of life. The living must on living and not let death be a setback. One must strive to balance our remaining years so that it would be fruitful, so that when we leave, we know we had served others in a good way one way or another".
I may not be able to fully comprehend the sadness that my colleague is facing at the moment knowing that tomorrow, her unborn son would no longer be within her... no longer able to nourish from within her... no longer giving her joys of happiness with each kick of his... no longer cocooned within her awaiting for the big day...
My prayers are with you, my friend. May his soul rest in peace and blessed by God. For God has bigger plans for him perhaps. Take care... and good bye little one...
A flurry of smses later, it finally dawned on me how fragile a pregnant woman can be. A colleague of mine was happy as can be when she found out she was pregnant. We shared her joy and happiness with each passing day. We goaded her to load up on food, bought and gave her titbits whenever possible. She on her part, diligently went about eating her medications and folic acid pills everyday. Pregnancy was indeed a joyous occasion.
However, the happiness was not to be for long. Just a while ago, that dreaded sms came. How do I react? I do know that at moments like this, no amount of consoling words can cure that heart wrenching episode of knowing that your unborn child was not to be able to live long. I was a tad taken aback. All I managed to asked was, "How is she taking it?". My colleague remarked how calm I sounded when she herself was in tears. I honestly do not know how to react.
When my late mom passed away few years back, I shed tears silently in private. I bawled my eyes out after the neurosurgeon informed me that her brain stem had refracted one more time. But I stealth myself for me and my siblings. All three of us were brought up to be fiercely independent, to be strong emotionally and not to take setbacks as an ending to life. Each setback was a lesson learnt. Death beckons to all, it is a matter of when our departure takes place. Before her sickness, my late mom ever said, "Life and death are parts and parcels of life. The living must on living and not let death be a setback. One must strive to balance our remaining years so that it would be fruitful, so that when we leave, we know we had served others in a good way one way or another".
I may not be able to fully comprehend the sadness that my colleague is facing at the moment knowing that tomorrow, her unborn son would no longer be within her... no longer able to nourish from within her... no longer giving her joys of happiness with each kick of his... no longer cocooned within her awaiting for the big day...
My prayers are with you, my friend. May his soul rest in peace and blessed by God. For God has bigger plans for him perhaps. Take care... and good bye little one...
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