Closer to Death

The twilight of human life.

My aunt passed away last night. She was one of the good ones.

Last time I saw her she was feeling dizzy. When she was visiting my bedridden mother a couple of weeks ago, she told me that she wasn’t feeling well and asked me to check her blood pressure. So I did. She looked alarmed when I told her it was 190/110.

Her eyes widened but she didn’t want to show her fear, not in front of my mom. Then she pulled out some meds from her purse and drank them.

Just last week, I heard from mom that she was admitted to a hospital for blood transfusion. Mama said she had kidney problems, although I’m not sure what. My little sisters planned to visit her in the hospital over the weekend, but her daughter told them not to because she’d rather be alone during these times.

Did I tell you she was one of the good ones?

Do you know who you real friends are? Real friends are those who stay with us during the darkest times.

When my mother was diagnosed with breast cancer, people came and went but she stayed with us. She often visited our house to give moral support.

She once said to me, “I hope I’m not disturbing you for coming too often.”

Mama said, “Oh, no. Don’t be silly. He’s happy when his mom has a friend coming over.”

In her mid fifties, most of my Mama’s friends were already gone by now. So were her siblings. I guess they have their own lives. But not my aunt. She came to visit almost every other week and took my little sisters out for dinner and movie at the mall. A simple gesture that was very much appreciated. A simple thing that my sick mother could not provide to her kids.

When the news broke that she passed away last night, Mama was devastated. So was I. She was there to push Mama to be strong, to get better, to be healthier. Yet she left us first.

And if there’s one thing I learned from this misfortune, is that offer help to the helpless. We never know when our time comes. And keep your loved ones closed. Don’t hesitate to sacrifice your life if it means another day with them. And don’t take things for granted.

This post was originally uploaded to Instagram.com/qbfit 37 weeks ago.

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