One thing boredom does to people is that it allows you to reflect on your past. Life itself is dynamic. You think of the past and smile or laugh at how foolish you were, how you could have done something in a different way, how you could have treated someone in a special way, how you could have said “I love you” “I cherish you” “I appreciate you” “you look beautiful” “you are special” to anybody around you, how you could have spent more time with someone. The “HOW” is endless.
I was young when my best cousin died, I was about thirteen years old. Back then, I was told that people who die don’t exactly die, they live on. In our heart.
I didn’t know much about death but this particular one got to me real bad. He was such a great young man. If he was alive, I’m sure he would be married now and obviously be a father. The thing that pained me the most was the promise he made to me before he passed on.
As a young child, I never joked around with promises and he knew that. I lived every single day having that promise at the back of my mind only to hear that he was no more. It hurt so bad that I couldn’t even say it and express it. I was just in my own world wishing it was a dream. It has been over eight years now and this is the first time I am talking about it with a smile on my face.
His passing away has taught me so much; to live each day like it is my last, never to live in regret, say the right words to people, reach out to people, be considerate etc. I remember being angry at no one in particular and so I made a request that if I could get one more chance to say goodbye, I’ll be the happiest girl ever.
I got my request. Not in reality but in my dreams (strange right?). He came to me, hugged me and said goodbye. Now you know that we humans can be somewhat selfish. At that very moment, I did not want him to go. It looked so real that I began to cry. He left. It hurt but I was happy. I had my chance.
Now the thing about life is that it doesn’t always gift you with a second chance and when it does, you should use it wisely. Several years have passed, I think I am a lot wiser until another close friend of mine died. The funniest thing about his death is that, I thought about him the week he died.
I planned on giving him a surprise visit on his birthday. Now this man was over seventy years, he was a good man. He was my lecturer, I was his PA! He made sure I was never broke, never hungry, never in pain and never sad.
In 400 level when a lecturer was giving me tough time in school (he was actually threatening me with my convocation) he stood by me, fought for me and made sure I graduated because I deserved it. That was the last time I saw him, only to hear of his death.
Every time I think of someone after this experience, I make sure I reach out to people I think about because it might be the last time I will hear from them. I have learnt a lot from life and this story is one of them. What has life taught you so far?