@spiRiituaL I really think this message is for me, both of my parents are still alive but for the past 6 months I have been very far from home. Lately I have been thinking about them and asking myself what if I receive a call now and boom I hear that one of them is late how do I react ?
I once read that when you suddenly feel an unusual urge to be closer to your parents or the people you love, don’t ignore it. Reach out. Go home. Sit with them. Spend the time.
It might mean nothing. It might mean something.
But this was my experience with my Dad.
Towards the end, he started looking for my face more than usual. He wanted me around him. He wanted us to sit together, talk and joke about random things.
Sometimes, death would somehow enter the conversation, and he would casually use himself as an example:
“Make sure you take my body back home.”
It was only after he passed that I realised those conversations were, unknowingly to me, his last wishes.
So I tell people, when your parents suddenly want your presence more than usual, don’t be too busy… because sometimes, you only understand the importance of an ordinary moment after it has become a memory.
When Godday lost his mum, we were all on campus when the news reached him.
At that time, I had no personal experience of what it meant to lose a parent.
Godday was very close to his mum. He would travel from DELSU to Ore almost every weekend just to be with his family.
My understanding of losing someone that close was simple: your whole world would shatter.
So I was scared for my friend.
I didn’t know what to say to him. I didn’t even know how to process it with him.
He left school almost immediately and travelled home. Myself and @Larrywizzy4u saw him off.
All I kept thinking was:
“How is this guy going to survive this?”
Days became weeks.
Then about a month later, I was at Coca-Cola Villa with @Larrywizzy4u when Godday called and asked for our location.
I was genuinely happy that he was back, but I still had no idea how I was supposed to act when I saw him.
Minutes later, I saw this guy walking towards us majestically like na him kill him mama.
He was laughing. Smiling. Happy to see us.
I tapped into the vibe, hugged him, laughed with him, but deep down I was asking myself:
“You sure say this boy mama really die?”
So I asked him how the burial went.
Before Godday could even answer properly, @Larrywizzy4u, who attended the burial, jumped in and started telling me how he caught Godday and his girlfriend reading the Book of Nackademus after the burial.
We all burst out laughing.
As we walked towards Naira & Kobo in Mile 5, something entered my head:
“Ah. Maybe this whole losing-a-family-member thing is not that deep after all.”
Eight years later, I lost my dad.
And I thought about Godday.
I genuinely believed that after one week, I would be fine.
I was not… I ended up realizing that the face and act Godday pulled up with was him choosing not to wear his pain in public.
Till date, people still tease me once a while how I acted like I wanted to die when I lost my Dad… for me, the acting didn’t change, with time, we learn how to act the role without them seeing that we still spend our lives picking up pieces of ourselves and figuring out where they now belong.
I remember Somalian calling me after she lost her mum.
She said:
“Spirit, now I understand your pain. I don’t know if I’m going to survive mine.”
And I told her there is no magic formula for healing from something like this… one day, you will simply wake up and discover your own way of carrying it.
For pain like this, we shatter differently and we fix ourselves differently too.
The only difference between how I handled the pain yesterday and how I am handling it today is that I chose to put it in writing today.
@spiRiituaL@Oba_Alexander_@Elkrosmediahub I didn't know anything about grief until I lost my immediate younger sister. Her death took a part of me.. You can't explain grief until you experience it.
@spiRiituaL People handle their pain differently
My elder brother still post " I miss my papa" like a 14 year old kid and I never for once reacted that way
I always chastise him about always posting about it until someone said the way we all handle pain is different, then I lock up
@Oba_Alexander_ lol… i know right… I try to avoid things like that too to the point that if I see you are someone who loves tweeting about your Dad once in awhile , there is a high chance I might mute you and I have done that to a lot of people… I muted my bro @Elkrosmediahub.
This is such a powerful reminder that grief has no standard appearance. Some people cry openly, some laugh, some keep showing up, and some simply go quiet. None of those responses mean the pain isn’t there.
Sometimes, we look at someone functioning and assume they’re okay, when they’re actually learning how to carry a pain that may never completely leave. Thank you for putting this into words. May everyone who has lost someone they love find their own gentle way of carrying the pieces. ❤️🫂
@spiRiituaL Lost my mum at a very young age, never felt it that much years later reality caught up with me sometimes I zoom off in thoughts of her, most a times when people trying to know me, ask about her I act cool telling them she's late but deep down I'm not.
@spiRiituaL Thank you for this ... did a prayer for my dad too yesterday lost him that day 2009 , I never really moved on cos alot of what if's ... he was literally my best friend..All I can say is daddy I tried my best your kids went to school as you always wanted and I miss you
Miss you
@spiRiituaL When I was told my dad has passed on, I didn't even flinch, I was dumbfounded, it was during the burial ceremony that reality set in. That was the day I grasped what really happening, I melted like ice block.
That's not a good place to be, but unfortunately we'll all witness it.
@spiRiituaL Lost my mom 21 years ago.
Within 5 years ago, a good friend of mine lost her mom.
People were saying sorry and the likes but I was quiet.
I told her plainly that saying sorry won't do her any better.
I didn't and never said sorry.
"JUST BE STRONG FOR THE ONES STILL LIVING".
@spiRiituaL It is well
Others thought my grandma was old and her death was supposed to be a celebration of life.
But me? I've not moved on, I still feel empty and void.
“We shatter differently”…
Anytime I look at my mum and see how losing her best friend and husband has made her age faster, marriage doesn’t excite me.
Till date, I still don’t really know how to express love. If you tell me “I love you,” there’s a high chance I might ghost you for days or even weeks just because of that reality that attachment is the root of all suffering.
@vibewithmraddy Guy I nofit call am he died on Thursday morning,I have so much regret in my heart of things I could have done better,I guess I gotta live with that pain now , Please if you have your father Call him now !!!!!