Everyone wants to go to heaven, but nobody wants to die!
No death is timely, and the worst is sudden death. It leaves everyone devastated with so many unanswered questions. What happened? How did it happen? Why so soon? Why this? Why that?
My first close proximity with sudden death was when I lost my father abruptly in his sleep in October 28, 2014 on a bright Tuesday. He was having his mid-morning fiesta and by noon, he was pronounced dead. It was so depressing! This was the first time I ran out of time! We had planned to meet and make up for lost time but alas! He was gone swiftly, leaving me hanging and wishing if I would have known…then maybe I could have pushed back the dates.
Whether death has prepared us or not, whether the dead person is one minute old or a hundred years old, the pain is the same. We are left mourning for months if not years. Death is death, whether you die peacefully or in deep pain. We shall never be ready and there is no easy death.
A colleague was plucked from our midst last week through a tragic road accident in his neighboring home country in West Africa. It was shocking news! Before he met his cruel death, he passed by the Nairobi office on his way home. He was bubbly, happy and hugged everyone. He was glad that we would not be disturbing for the two months he was going to be on break. We told to him that though he deserved the long break, we were worried about who was going to take care of his backyard in his absence. We joked; we laughed, and finally wished him farewell, ‘See you in August”. Without knowing, Patrick was wishing us his final goodbye!
Was it a premonition? He has never done this before. He would sneak out quietly and come back tiptoeing back to his backyard but this time round, it was different.
We are mostly remembered by our last moments with our family, friends and colleagues. Sometimes, unconsciously, we do unusual things that would only make sense when we have gone back home to our Maker and the rest of the people on earth are left guessing…
Patrick’s death left me thinking. I started asking myself uncomfortable unspoken questions. What if it were me? What would happen to my offspring and my extended family when I expire? How would I be remembered? What legacy would I leave behind? Will I go to heaven or straight to hell if at all these exist? Mmmmh!
What is our purpose in life? Are we living to our fullest and accomplishing willingfully what we are supposed to do? Are we happy with what life is offering us? Remember there is no rehearsal to this life. We live once and that is it. Everything that we do should be significant and meaningful in order to achieve our purpose.
Death has taught me to be ready at all times so that when we finally exit this world, we do not die with regrets. We die a happy soul! We shall only be remembered by our legacy and how many lives we touched to make an impact.
Life is indeed too short! Rest well Patrick, see you another time. ”Tutaonana baadaye”.
Be a rainbow in someone else’s cloud. – Maya Angelou.
If you are not ready to die, then how can you live? – Charles de Lint.