Three people who were very close to me died unexpectedly. I felt obligated to help my family get through this and remain positive, so I pretended to be okay and never told anyone how I felt, and now, 7 years later, I'm still crying most nights because I've never properly dealt with their death, and no one knows. This is also my first time writing about the three of them,in after these years.
2.To my Loved One (R.S.G),
3.To my Father In Law (G.S.G).
Three of the greatest men to have ever lived. I firmly believe that because of them, good men continue to exist. They were held accountable until the day of their death.
I have to say that these three people have a significantly greater impact on my life. But I'm still sobbing in sorrow.
Do you realize that there are times when we wish we knew when they would depart so we could communicate with them? But what if they gone suddenly?
That continues to traumatize me today. A healthy person passed away suddenly and without doubt; they were gone in a split second.
In January 2015, my stepfather passed away. My loved one died in July 2016, and his father, who I referred to as my father-in-law, died in October 2017. Therefore, it was a year filled with shocking news that never stopped.
It's tragic because I was unable to communicate with them before they left. I only recalled one word they had said to me. If only I had known it would be too late.
I would have apologized to them for anything I may have said that may have offended them, or at the very least, I would have done what they wanted.
They told me that my step father passed away suddenly due to a heart attack (2015). He was in good health while travelling to Kota Kinabalu with my uncles. The first sudden death I had to deal with left me feeling completely lost and confused at first.
The worst was after my late father died in a year followed by my loved one (2016), with whom I had spent almost every day for the past four years, he was killed in a tragic accident. I was heartbroken, disoriented, and helpless. My strength had faded, and I was left without the ability to say goodbye to him.
He had a big influence on my life because he was the nicest man I'd ever met and a good father to our daughter as well as my other children. She'll be proud of him one day, I'm sure. He was still the talk of my other children, and he will be remembered fondly by them.
A year had passed (2017), and I remembered that the last time I spoke with my father-in-law, I was working in Labuan. He told me that my daughter is always there for him and that she gave him the strength to carry on after his son died.
I remembered his husky laugh and how he addressed my daughter in Punjabi. He did tell me he wasn't feeling well, but I didn't realize it was the last time I'd talk to him. My sister in law had called me two weeks before to tell me that he had been admitted to the hospital. My daughter was searching for her "Dada."
And around 3 a.m., I received a text from my sister in law informing me that my father in law had died. I was taken aback. I remained silent in my seat. I did not respond to her text. I'm not sure what I'm feeling anymore. What to say and how to react I was reminded of the tragic pass memories once more.
Regarding tonight, as I'm typing this. My face was covered in tears as the pain persisted. Since the sudden death continued to attack my mind for seven years, I know I must face reality. I have kept it inside for a long time, and I am aware that no one will understand me if I do.
I'm glad I can write it here in this community. For those who have died. Those who mean a lot to us. I hope they are resting peacefully. I'll follow one day. Now, I have to live for those who still need me, but if it is my time to go, I hope people remember me the way I want them to remember me.
This story is dedicated to the one I loved and lost. Nobody will ever be able to replace you all. I am honoured to know you and to have you in my life. I thank God for bringing three wonderful men into my life. A father, a brother, and my guidance.
(This Photo Was Taken By Me The Last Time I Hold His Hand)
