World Writers

LOST PARENT

Ever lost a parent before? then this article is for you, I remember when I was young, I always saw death as a very abstract thing. It didn't seem possible, I could not understand how someone could leave forever, how I would cope without some one dear to me. As years went by the reality of death began to form in my head, it became a fear and as the stories of death continued to spread like wild fire; it never came close to me, it was mostly one of my Dads friend who I saw once or twice in a year or a distant aunt which I never really got to know. Unfortunately death took the one person I loved very much, my mother at the young age of thirteen. I had previously  thought about loosing a parent and how I would die from grief. Although I grieved but I mostly felt pain, like a part of me was gone for good. It even made me fear death less. As I grew older I began to experience it more deeply, the most striking to me was how we all moved on. We kept them in our hearts but we had to keep living, the clocks didn't stop and time passed smoothly. On the other hand living thorough it was a more difficult venture. The sympathies that never seemed to end, the uncontrollable out flush of tears from the people around you, the stories of how she once lived and the warm nights thinking how different things would be if she was around. The hard part was trying to resume my daily activities without her, which proved difficult for a long time and how my type of conversations had to  change. My peers would praise me on how strong I was to have lost a parent and still live my life but they didn't understand, how could they?
I was just like them few moments ago, thinking death was far away from me and everyone around me. I remember how my friends would share jokes of their mothers and their funny African characters while I was mute as the thought caused me to remember my pain. Although family and friends did show a lot of love but her absence  was still a hole In my heart. As years began to grow my maturity began to strengthen, finally I understood the physical concept of life and death.

I understood that death is a part of life, an unbreakable deal which all balance lays upon. We all have lost somebody and as time passes we will lose more, but what we must understand is death gives life meaning. We may not know the day or the time it will come for us, but we know its coming, so we live our lives racing against that day. For death is no cheat and cannot be bribed,  it comes for the old and young both male and female. The experience showed me life and thought  me more of our existence in than end.  Now the pain is a memory long forgotten and the ones we have lost still live on through us.