Reflections
Hospital (building for the treatment of the ill and injured)
That above is the definition provided by Times-Chambers dictionary. All of us think we knew the meaning of hospitals. Do we? Behind that gray building and facade, do we honestly understand the true meaning of hospitals? Behind that wall, can we sense the sorrow and tears of families whose kins and friends had departed untimely? Can we soak in the elations and jubilations of those who have make a recovery miraculously?
3 days ago, when I was there to visit my granny I saw this old lady. laying motionlessly on her bed with every bit of her breath and life being drained relentlessly from her. Today she is no longer there. She had gone on to the next stage of her destiny.
To my granny's left laid an indian lady. She is always in a foetus position. Coiling up her body. She looks terrible, even scary. Stare closer at her eyes. You saw a twinkle of hope. No one had visited her while I was there but her eyes seem to resonate hopes and bliss. Strange. Fact could be stranger than friction. I do not know what she is suffering from but should not be too good. Still i felt hope when I stood near her. Strange.. but true.
My granny laid on her bed. Her command of her limbs seem to be slipping away with every passing minute. She seems so tired. Tired of being awake. Tired of her fate. She lies in wait of the inevitable..
Mother (the female parent; to give birth to, to care for)
She is the person that concieved a child. The person who carried a child in her body. The person who fend for you. The person you count on.
She laid there on her bed. For the umpteenth times, she tried to sound nonchalent and asked, " Ah Pong de zou si mi? jia gu bo kua diao yi liao." Ah Pong is her eldest son. Since she went into the old folks home 3-4 years back, he had never went to see her before. You see.. He hated her. It transpired that he felt she had let her down when he was still a child. The grudges and hatred he bears is still so strong, it chokes and suffocates him and render him unable to come visit her.
Unable to come visit not just any lady but his mom. The person who had carried him and who surely cared for him despite his misgivings towards her. What happened years ago should be buried by now. What hatred can one carried so strong that prohibits you to visit you mom for the last time. The last time before she lay to rest forever.. Will you miss her then?
Anguish (severe physical or mental pain)
Must be anguish. Intense unbearable anguish. Cancerous cell ravaging her body and shutting them down one by one. Started off at a canter, now at a voracious speed. Pain must be surging throughout her body. She quiveled silently in pain on her bed. Tucking herself tightly under her quilts to get just a little bit more warmth, a little bit more respite from that killer disease. She is fighting courageously in a battle she can never win.
Mental pain. Mental anguish that you are going to leave with your eldest son bearing such intense, malicious hatred towards you. Anguish that you could not turn back time to alleviate the couldrum of hate that stills simmer while you last on your last legs. Anguish that you might had just lived your life in vain. Anguish.. abound.
Tears (drop of liquid forming and dropping from the eyes)
I shed them. Large droplets of tears that came about from pain, laments and vulnerability. Wanted to help that person so dear and precious to me who is in turmoil. Impossible to help. Unable to do anything but watch her remaining life sucked out of her body.. Like the metaphoric gold fish out of the fish tank grasping for breath in a vain attempt to stay alive.
I weep. Tears forming freely on my eyes and cascading down my face. I wept in sorrow. in anguish.. For her, I wept again.
Death (process of dying, end of life)
Surely the inevitable result by now. Its a matter of when and how. Whether she will get to fulfilled her last remaining wishes of recouncilling with all her children or died not able to fulfill them. The next stage should be paradise. It must be paradise. This leg of her life had been too painful for her. She must go on to somewhere better. Somewhere she really belongs.. May she go in peace.. my beloved grandmother. Tears roll down again..
That above is the definition provided by Times-Chambers dictionary. All of us think we knew the meaning of hospitals. Do we? Behind that gray building and facade, do we honestly understand the true meaning of hospitals? Behind that wall, can we sense the sorrow and tears of families whose kins and friends had departed untimely? Can we soak in the elations and jubilations of those who have make a recovery miraculously?
3 days ago, when I was there to visit my granny I saw this old lady. laying motionlessly on her bed with every bit of her breath and life being drained relentlessly from her. Today she is no longer there. She had gone on to the next stage of her destiny.
To my granny's left laid an indian lady. She is always in a foetus position. Coiling up her body. She looks terrible, even scary. Stare closer at her eyes. You saw a twinkle of hope. No one had visited her while I was there but her eyes seem to resonate hopes and bliss. Strange. Fact could be stranger than friction. I do not know what she is suffering from but should not be too good. Still i felt hope when I stood near her. Strange.. but true.
My granny laid on her bed. Her command of her limbs seem to be slipping away with every passing minute. She seems so tired. Tired of being awake. Tired of her fate. She lies in wait of the inevitable..
Mother (the female parent; to give birth to, to care for)
She is the person that concieved a child. The person who carried a child in her body. The person who fend for you. The person you count on.
She laid there on her bed. For the umpteenth times, she tried to sound nonchalent and asked, " Ah Pong de zou si mi? jia gu bo kua diao yi liao." Ah Pong is her eldest son. Since she went into the old folks home 3-4 years back, he had never went to see her before. You see.. He hated her. It transpired that he felt she had let her down when he was still a child. The grudges and hatred he bears is still so strong, it chokes and suffocates him and render him unable to come visit her.
Unable to come visit not just any lady but his mom. The person who had carried him and who surely cared for him despite his misgivings towards her. What happened years ago should be buried by now. What hatred can one carried so strong that prohibits you to visit you mom for the last time. The last time before she lay to rest forever.. Will you miss her then?
Anguish (severe physical or mental pain)
Must be anguish. Intense unbearable anguish. Cancerous cell ravaging her body and shutting them down one by one. Started off at a canter, now at a voracious speed. Pain must be surging throughout her body. She quiveled silently in pain on her bed. Tucking herself tightly under her quilts to get just a little bit more warmth, a little bit more respite from that killer disease. She is fighting courageously in a battle she can never win.
Mental pain. Mental anguish that you are going to leave with your eldest son bearing such intense, malicious hatred towards you. Anguish that you could not turn back time to alleviate the couldrum of hate that stills simmer while you last on your last legs. Anguish that you might had just lived your life in vain. Anguish.. abound.
Tears (drop of liquid forming and dropping from the eyes)
I shed them. Large droplets of tears that came about from pain, laments and vulnerability. Wanted to help that person so dear and precious to me who is in turmoil. Impossible to help. Unable to do anything but watch her remaining life sucked out of her body.. Like the metaphoric gold fish out of the fish tank grasping for breath in a vain attempt to stay alive.
I weep. Tears forming freely on my eyes and cascading down my face. I wept in sorrow. in anguish.. For her, I wept again.
Death (process of dying, end of life)
Surely the inevitable result by now. Its a matter of when and how. Whether she will get to fulfilled her last remaining wishes of recouncilling with all her children or died not able to fulfill them. The next stage should be paradise. It must be paradise. This leg of her life had been too painful for her. She must go on to somewhere better. Somewhere she really belongs.. May she go in peace.. my beloved grandmother. Tears roll down again..
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