He's Gone

Blogger’s Challenge #9 – True Story.

Some of us write to please or inspire others while some write to express themselves but I write cause I enjoy doing that, I enjoy sharing my life with everyone. My blog is my journal, everyone is welcomed to take a look at my life, I have nothing to hide. Since this is my journal, I’d like to share with you a small piece of my life.

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I can remember the last time I saw him, we were on the beach with the entire family; He lost the ability to speak almost a year ago but still we used to find words when we stared at his eyes. His voice still rings in my ears, I remember how he used to tell each one of us “I love you” and we knew he meant it, I also remember how he used to lecture us about staying up all night watching horror movies, but whenever he came in I run to the kitchen or hide in the room. I hated seeing him angry cause I loved his smile more.

I remember every part of him and the beautiful memories he gave us. I remembered it all too well when we were at his funeral; I hated remembering them because now they’re something I no longer have and at that moment I wished it was me who was going to the grave instead of him. It was five in the morning when my mom informed about the death of the one who raised her and helped her in raising me. Uncle Ali was our angel, the man who made us smile even if we didn’t want to and somehow he didn’t lose that affect till now.

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Life is a battle, sometimes we win to smile and sometimes we lose to learn a lesson; but this time I went through one of the darkest battles that made me cry blood and bleed agony. I lost something that defined me, I lost a man who made proud me of being a woman, and he believed that I’m extraordinary and I believed that too cause I know that I have to trust what this great man believes.

But still part of me still can’t believe that he’s gone forever because I can still feel his last hug’s warmth. I don’t know how long will it take to get used to his absences but I do know that he’s in a better place right now, cancer won’t hurt him anymore. I still feel pain because I can no longer see him but I feel better when I realize that chemicals won’t touch his precious body ever again. I miss him and every sweet feeling that’s associated with him but god took him away for a good reason and one day we’ll be reunited again.

Mu uncle’s death taught me several things. What you have today might leave tomorrow without warning or informing you and your life shouldn’t stop because that thing was gone. Nature doesn’t stop for anyone or anything it keeps going on.

Lot of you lost someone they loved and I hope one day you’ll meet them on the other side but until then.. I want you to stay strong cause IT GETS BETTER.

Hope and Love

Maitha the Parrot