It is about life

Life is a really strange thing. This week has been a somber one, filled with news of death. There is a saying, “The immortal soul dwells in the heart.” The body dies but the soul will always remain. Yesterday night, I lit a candle for Wayne and my Dad.

My dad passed away 7 years ago. He collapsed at the breakfast table, leaving his bowl of oats, untouched. He was semi-conscious on the ground while pleading to see me. I was doing my work attachment then. I received a call and I knew something was wrong at home.

That morning, my Dad did not knock on my door to wake me up. That morning, he told me that he loves me and he wants me to take care of myself. I was late for work and I rushed out of the house. I didn’t feel anything amiss. Little did I know that will be my last conversation with my Dad.

Upon hearing the hysterical screaming of my mum, I dropped everything and rushed home. All I could make out of that phone call was, “Malene! Girl! Come home! Malene! Your dad needs you!” When I got home, I saw my Dad on the ground. My mum was in such a rickety state of shock that she couldn’t even dial for the ambulance. I went to my Dad and placed my face next to his. Somehow I knew it was my Dad’s time to go. I just laid there on the ground, with my face on his chest. Seconds later, I heard a strong heave of breath from my Dad. His heart just stopped. I laid there till the paramedics came.

7 years have passed and there is no one day that I don’t miss him.