It's with great pleasure that am writing in this forum. I am writing about a dark memory of mine.

Introduction

It's a day like no other. A day of gloom and wailing. It was on the 28th of November, 2010. The day my dad died .

Even if I try to forget, it seems not to fade out in my memory. At times I feel like its a dream I should wake up from. But I known it's real.

My dad used to be a young strong and vibrant man in his youth. He was called "the Randal kid" a popular movie character during the early 50s.

No one was able to defeat the actor in the movie not even death. Well that was in the the movie. In real life, death is a respecter of no one.

My Dad In His Youth

Throughout history no one has been able to conquer or defeat death no matter how careful they were.

It has ravaged all kinds of personalities. Kings, Emperor's, Queens, Prince, Princess, Presidents, Husbands, wife and even innocent kids. Animals are not exempted from its wild grip.

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Many prominent men in history have gone out on many expeditions to search and sort out how to conquer it. Many tried to produce an elixir that can keep them alive forever but to know avail.

A year before my fathers died he suffered from stroke. So we (his children) brought him over to lagos to take full care of him.

After his retirement some years earlier, he went back to our hometown Mgboko Okpulor in Obingwa L.G.A of Abia state.

He settle there and began rearing some domestic animals—goats, chickens and rabbit. It was fun visiting him and mum. They were always happy seeing their grown up children coming home to see them.

A shocking News

On the 24th of May 2010 my mum call to tell me that my dad had suffered stroke. She was the only one taking care of him. Those who suffer from stroke cannot do anything for themselves and this would be hard for my mom to bear.

So I summoned all my siblings for a meeting to know the next level of action. We all agreed to bring him over to Lagos. That we did in less than 3 days. After receiving extensive care for some day he got a type of recovery.

After some time, It was clear that his condition will not getting better. That was not a problem for us his children, cos we had planned the we i'll take turns in taking care of him.

A Sad Day

It seemed like he know he was going to die. Two day prior to that day, I had a chat with him in which he conferred the mantle of leadership of the family to my care. He asked me to carefully scrutinized the men that would ask my sisters hand in marriage.

It was a profound and proud moment for me. I promised i'll to do all he want me to do. Little did i know that it ill be the last heart to heart chat with my dad.

Its painful to think about it. Another painful thing is that he did not see his grandchildren 7 in number. My mum always tells me how she misses him. Then I would console her and quickly change the topic.

He died around 7pm and we took him straight to the mortuary. I quickly called my uncle informing him about his brothers death. He leaves in Jos Plateau state. Immediately he took a night bus coming to Lagos. The next morning he arrived and followed my younger brother to transport his corpse to our hometown the next day.

The Burial

The were lots of arrangements plans for the burial. My kindreds wanted a cultural and flamboyant type while we insisted that he be buried as one of Jehovah's Witnesses.

After much deliberations a day was pick for the burial was on 28th, December 2010. It was precisely one month after his death.

Everything went as planned then he was buried. My whole family cried uncontrollably including our relations. Finally, everyone took heart and moved on. We really missed him. When we gather occasionally we talk about our sweet memories of him.

Another reason we had to comfort ourselves is a Bible -based hope which states at Acts 24:15 "And I have hope towards God,which hope these men also look forward to,that there is going to be a resurrection of both the righteous and the unrighteous".

It keeps me going because" God cannot lie"-Titus 1:2.

Conclusion

Almost everyone in one way or the other have experienced this unexplainable feeling. It doesn't leave or fade away. I try to do the following when the memory bugs me (1) l pray,(2) I read and meditate from the Bible about the resurrection hope and( 3) I try to receive help from friends and family members.

Thanks.

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