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By Judy Ramsook May 18, 2007 The day started off like many prior to this one had begun. The natural light from the morning sun made its presence felt in my room. The alarm went off at the usual time. I pressed the snooze button like I had done many days before, always with the same result. I turned on my side, and drifted off into a few seconds of sleep when I was jerked awake again by the alarm, later on I would reflect on these restful moments as being so useful, especially as that day's events began to unfold one by one. And it all started with a telephone call. One simple ringing of that landline communication device had done so much to affect me that day. And it was a Friday. A Friday four years ago I would not soon forget. For the piece of information that came through the landline telephone that day was not joyful. It was a call from my mother informing me that my dear first cousin of just twenty one years of age had passed due to a long and hard fought battle with Lupus. Instantly my body and senses went into shock. A shock so severe that kept me from bringing one tear from my eyes, or feelings of immediate sadness. There were too many things that I had to take care of before I could have all the luxury time to grieve properly. I had to call my boss to let her know I would not be coming in and why. And apart from that I also had to tolerate telephone calls from other relatives who were already in grieving mode. As I busied myself with the usual business of cleaning and dressing myself for one more day, I took a moment and sat on my unmade bed and cried. Cried because I did not get a chance to see my cousin before she passed, and cried afresh as I thought that she would never have to bother herself again with ever having to get dressed for anything, anyone or anytime. She was gone forever. That once vibrant and unique person whom I always thought I would see again, but the Lupus had so ravaged her immune system and will to live, that it was a battle only few have managed to win. I received many visitors that day. Friends and relatives who wanted to express their condolences dropped by. But most of all, they, just like I, wanted to know one thing, why? What was the final blow that made my late cousin's body so weak that it could not go on for another minute, let alone another day. I had to satisfy my own curiosity too, so I dialed her parents' telephone number. And while I waited for someone to answer the call, I subconsciously glanced at the clock on the wall. It was ten PM, but time meant nothing to me. Not at that time, not on that day. It was as if a great part of my world had stopped too. ------------ Click Here for a list of other U-K articles by Judy Ramsook. Email: j2rdy@hotmail.com Comment on this article here! ------------ All articles are EXCLUSIVE to Useless-Knowledge.com and are not allowed to be posted on other websites. ARTICLE THIEVES WILL BE PROSECUTED! |
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