Greetings!
One thing about life that I have got to realize is that, it's (life) is full of ups and downs. No wonder it's said in the scripture that there's time and season for everything, a time to laugh and a time to cry, a time to be happy and a time to be sorrowful.
All these aforementioned times and seasons are pointers to the mystery of life and its existence. In short, I would say life is about time and season and that's why no one can live without having one challenge or the other to deal with, even if they are rich or poor. My only prayer is that life should happen to us in the good way. (Amen)
Having talked about life, time and season. I would like to go straight to the point I'm to discuss here this day, which is about my unforgettable experience.
Although I have got so many unforgettable experiences, there's one I would like to share with us here on the hive blockchain. But before I proceed, I would like to thank the hivereachout community for giving me the opportunity and the platform to share this experience with my fellow hivians.
Now, back to the subject of the day. My most unforgettable experience was the one that left in me a big vacuum to fill. This incident I'm about to share with us was the one that happened on the 23rd of February 2011. This said date was a black day for me and it's on a wednesday. This day was the day and date I lost the pillar of my life and my greatest supporter, my MUM.
On the 23rd of February 2023, it's like a dream that's difficult to believe when I received a call from my dad that my mum was gone. When I received this call, I was like it's not possible as I still spoke with her the previous day, though she's a little bit ill, but when we spoke last, she told me she was recuperating and that she would be discharged the next day, which was the day she died.
So, when I received the call from my dad, I screamed in the middle of the lecture that was going on in the school and all attention shifted from the lecturer to me and immediately people shifted their attention to me, I left the class with some of my friends guiding by my left and the right side out of the lecture room. It's when we got out of the class that my friends asked me what happened, but I couldn't gather the energy to talk.
It's when I couldn't talk that one of them who noticed me when i was receiving the call took my phone from me and checked my last call which was my dad's call, he dialed the number back and it's a family member that answered the call and when my friend asked of what had happened, the woman narrated everything to Ade, my friend and that's how they got to know.
So, after they had known what had befell me, they all gathered together with others that were just leaving the class to console me and immediately after their consolation, I left for my hostel room in the company of my close friends to prepare for my going home for my mum's burial which took place on the same day.
Immediately I got to my hostel room, I packed my things and left for home also in the company of two of my friends. When we got home, I met people crying and sobbing and seeing these people, I also burst into an uncontrollable tears and it's then that some people came to console and embraced me after which i went to room where my late mum was laid’ when I saw being laid lifeless in her coffin, I cried the more and it's there my dad came to drag me out of the room.
So, in the evening, we did the burial and interred her in the compound but my friends and I could not stay till the next day as our exam starts the following day. So, after waiting for a few hours after the internment we left for campus and that was the end of an era for my mum but the end of this era was a great loss for me. Though she's no more, her legacy lives on.
This is my entry to the hivereachout weekly prompt.
Thanks for reading.
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