Death and sickness are inevitable and yet we always seem hurt, emotional and at times get upset when it becomes our experience.
At about 8 years old I lost my grandmother and I cried profusely. Since then I have lost an aunt in 2002 – I didn’t cry; then in 2010 my uncle passed away – I didn’t cry. Now another aunt of mine is extremely ill and in the hospital for over 2 weeks and I keep crying. I realise I prefer death for very personal and selfish reasons than sickness.
Sickness brings such a whirlwind of emotions. Its like watching cricket for me. One minute things seem to be going well and then the West Indies seem to plummet into uncertain failure. Then the hope rises and then falls. This is what happens in certain cases of grave illness. I am certainly not wishing my aunt to die…
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