One Day, I’ll be gone

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Moody Harbour

A bird flies over harbour at dusk

One day, my parents will be gone.

One day, my siblings will be gone.

One day, I’ll be gone.

The order in which this will happen is unknown. But, the sudden realization was tearing my heart. If I am the first one to go, perhaps my life insurance can take care of my funeral arrangements. I don’t want to inconvenience anyone too much. It will be certainly hard for my parents, but I wish they will recover soon and find happiness in their daily lives.

The supposition of someone else leaving me was hard to swallow. I tried to shrug the thought and called my parents. We talk almost every day, but today was special. I didn’t want to stop my mother from quoting the same story the hundredth time. I wanted to talk to my father and hear him share some verses from Sri Guru Granth Sahib. I didn’t want to hang up.

I broached the subject with my father and he laughed. It is preordained, my dear. One day, we all will be gone. We are all here, living, breathing in His will, the Almighty. Yes, we are. But the answer to the question, when are we going to die, is unknown. Perhaps the very reason we live our lives with hope and make plans for tomorrow.

Life has never stopped for anyone, my father said. He recounted an incident at the funeral home, where the delay in cremation activities was causing unrest among some of the guests. Not that they didn’t want to pay respects but they had other engagements for the day where they need to be.

There were too many questions racing through my brain. How do those who have contracted critical illness, who know that the days are numbered, live their lives? How does the knowledge of dying soon change one’s behavior? Does it change the behavior of those around them? How do they overcome the fear?

Then some deeper questions, is there anything constant or static?

Yes, indeed. It is the Almighty, who has been always there, is there and will be.

We are all in a reality show, choreographed, directed and managed by Him.

It sometimes grips me gravely. Well, that is a good thing my dear, my father said. That is why we remember Him, every day. You must never forget that.

It is a powerful realization, yet I know I will forget about everything tomorrow. I will be busy preparing my breakfast, working out at the gym, preparing reports at work, attending meetings, return home, have dinner and fall asleep. The cycle will be hard to break. But today, I want to thank everyone in my life for being there and thank the Almighty that I have yet another day to live and breathe in His Will.


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