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Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Guest Blogger: 'For My Friend' by Aisha Modibbo

My friend’s Dad died on February 4th. I don’t even remember what I did on February 4th but I know I didn’t call my Dad, or my Mum. I didn’t even thank God for their lives that day. This just goes to show how little we appreciate the people that we love. I have another friend whose mum died late last year. She died of cancer, a bit of an advantage because her loved ones had fair warning and they had time to say goodbye, they also had time to come to terms with their loss, to accept it. ‘Amanda’ didn’t have time to say goodbye to her dad. One day he went on a plane, the engines caught fire and that was it. He will never see the light of day again.

When I heard the bad news my first reaction was “*gasp* Amanda’s dad? Wow. She’s such a good person why would something like that happen to her?” to be honest I thought it would have been fairer if it had happened to some douchebag in the year that got on my nerves all the time. Why? ‘Cos bad things shouldn’t happen to good people. But that’s not how the world works, unfortunately. She found out at night, the same night it happened. A cousin of hers sent her a Blackberry message saying, “My condolences, I am so sorry.” Amanda didn’t know what was wrong yet, she stayed up all night crying, she was confused and in suspense, no one at home was answering her calls, she didn’t know what to do. She had to be flown home on Saturday morning. What a shock it must have been. She wouldn’t have thought something like that could have happened.

My second reaction was to call my father, to find out that he was okay. Selfish human thinking. I decided not to, I reasoned that if my father were dead too I would have been flown home as well. I contacted another friend who has been through the same thing to ask him for advice; he told me that all I can do is be there for her so that’s what I did. Or at least tried to do.

I cannot imagine my life without my dad, he is the parent that has been present for most of my life, and he means everything to me. If one day (God forbid) I wake up and find out he isn’t going to be here with me anymore I want to be able to be satisfied with the amount of time I spent with him, how much I learnt from him and the good memories that are left behind. Learn everything you can, anytime you can, from anyone you can - there will always come a time when you will be grateful you did.

My point is  that we should appreciate every gift God gives us, every person that loves you, and every person that you love. If you forget to and you lose sight of what matters to you, you might not be able to get it back. Let that person know how much they mean to you. Don’t wait till something bad happens. We have no right to ask when a sorrow comes, 'Why did this happen to me?' unless we ask the same question for every joy that comes our way.



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3 comments:

  1. wow.. i was jst wallowing in how sad and depressed i am, but now i see a million reasons to be happy.
    nice post :)

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