Dear Diary,
It has been a really long time I talked to YOU.
I could come up with a million and one excuses for not visiting but I have none except one:
Life happened....
27th December, 2014: Started out as any other day, asides my mom being ill, it was just the typical Saturday morning; busy with household chores and market trips. But everything virtually changed within minutes for me, from a routine check up in a clinic to a confused me rushing my unconscious mother to a bigger hospital just to be told she had died.
My world literally stopped spinning. First came denial, then shock, then a deep sadness that cannot be explained but truly only experienced.
Everyone who really knew me knew my mom was my world. I was not only her “auta” (last child in hausa) but the closest to her. I used to fondly call her my baby (as she said I reminded her of her mom) and I took that title seriously, I wanted the best for her and from an early age my mind was already programmed to work hard and buy her an aeroplane (lol...yeah that was my first promise to my mom).
In a way, she became my focus for success, anytime I felt like giving up, I imagined how she would feel and that forced me to carry on instead.
So I am not joking when I say my world literally stopped.
The haze of burial preparations kept me busy for a while and the whole incident hit me when everyone left, it felt surreal because I was still tempted to call her when I got back home but I finally realised that I was not going to touch her again, talk to her or even see her smile.
Trust me, it hurt a lot.
But hey that is not the moral of this diary entry, here is the reason I am sharing this with you:
I
want someone out there who is going through a tough time to read this story and
be encouraged – my lesson notes at the end of each point will reiterate that.
STRENGTH: If anyone had asked me if I would survive my mom’s death, I would have laughed and definitely said never!!!
But somehow I survived.
I am not saying I did not and still do not have meltdowns, I do but I had an ANCHOR.
And yes I am about to get all preachy right now. My anchor was and still is God.
I can vividly remember when the doctor called me in and told me my mom had passed, after denial and shock came an unexplained peace.
I definitely did not know what tomorrow held but somehow I felt I would survive whatever it brought and I did, one day at a time, one step at a time, and each day I woke up I felt stronger and I felt reassured that life would not break me.
Bad things happen but when you have a higher source to draw your strength from, there will always be calm in the storm.
Grief does one of two things to every individual:
- Dull your sense of empathy and sucks you into a dark pit of bitterness and anger towards God and humanity.
- Opens your eyes to the world, expands your sense of empathy and provides a higher level of acceptance to uncontrollable events that occurs in life.
The truth is you cannot control
what happens to you but you can control how it affects you.
A lot of people say I am strong for seeing my mom pass on and being the one to take her to the hospital and I laugh, I would really be silly to think I did it all by my strength and that brings me to point number two:
GRACE: “Grace can be seen as unmerited favour”. When my mom passed, people we relied on to help us disappointed us and I realised that at the end of the day we are all humans and thus are not infallible, people fail and that is ok. Such failure makes you rely more on a higher source that never fails. Somehow we made it through the pain and all that the burial entailed.
LESSON NOTE: You are not alone. Just when the world seems quiet and
you feel alone, turn your sight to your higher source (for me it is God / Jesus
Christ), be still and see what happens.
LESSON NOTE: Let your pain be your fuel, do not let it burn you
out, let it keep the fire burning instead. Let it open your eyes to others
around you and let it expand your ability to accept life as it is.
LESSON NOTE: Do it NOW!!!. My new philosophy about life is “I will
take that chance, if I fail; I have learnt a way not to do that same thing and
if I succeed; I have learnt a way to do it”. Don’t wait for tomorrow and no it
is not a cliché, do what you have to do when you have to do it.
Yes cry if you want to. Scream or do whatever you need to do to release the pain and then get up, dust yourself and face the world.
Remember, what does not kill you really does make you stronger.
And trust me, I know that firsthand.
It may seem hard right now but trust me, life is like learning how to swim, the more you fight against the waves, the deeper you sink but when you learn to take calming breathes, relax and flow with the tides, you stay afloat.
I am still on my journey but the little I know and have experienced I now share with YOU and I sure do hope it gives you hope for a better tomorrow.
Smile.
Please feel free to post your comments below, especially telling US how you survived a dark phase in your life – we want to learn.
R.I.P my Amazon; your legacy lives on.
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