I’ve had a rough couple of weeks. First, I fell down the stairs in my home from the second floor down into the living room. Luckily, not only did I survive the fall but I didn’t suffer any breaks. I was bruised and achy but alive! That incident was followed the next week by a debilitating “can’t get out of bed” cold. I missed several days of work and could barely walk due to the muscular ache I was suffering especially in the thighs and legs.
During that time and despite having antivirus protection, my laptop was infected with a virus. My external hard drive which had been connected to the laptop at the time was also infected. The result was that I lost everything on both the laptop and the external hard drive. The laptop refused to boot up and after many attempts it finally did boot up only to not respond to any commands. I couldn’t do anything – not go on line, or even start it on safe mode. I was dead in the water.
My ex-husband knows a thing or two about computers so I called him for tech support. He tried to help me over the phone but nothing worked so he eventually had to pick it up so he could fix it at his house. To make a long story short, thanks to him my laptop is now working. He was able to retrieve the files on both the laptop and the external hard drive. So, I’m back and very happy.
In the mean time, Thanksgiving Day had arrived and I rolled out of bed and spent the day in my pajamas and robe. My energy was that low. Thanksgiving turned out wonderfully thanks to the help from my children. My daughter helped make dinner and set up the table splendidly with plate chargers and candle light. My son helped add the last touches to the meal and brought all the food out to the table. In addition to that he cleaned the dinner dishes while I rested.
I’m grateful for so many things including my children and gave thanks until the children began to tease. My son gave his thanks followed by my daughter and then we proceeded to enjoy our meal. All in all it was a happy and memorable occasion.
Yesterday was my first day back at work after being out sick. And that’s when the realization that all the problems I’d just hurdled had been small, knocked the wind out of me. You see, I have a coworker named Jasmina who is a sweet and loving woman. Her son, Jeffrey, was diagnosed with brain cancer at 12 years old. Yesterday I was informed that after fighting his cancer for 2 years, Jeffrey lost his battle on Saturday. Jeffrey was 14 years old.
Today I attended his funeral and it was heart wrenching. I attended a child’s funeral. There’s something wrong with that. Child and funeral are two words that should never go together. I can’t stop crying; feeling Jasmina’s loss as she faced the nightmare no parent ever wants to face – the death of their child.
Jasmina spoke of her son telling us how strong and brave he had been. He never complained even though he endured much pain. He smiled and remained loving; joining in prayer with Jasmina and his family – being strong for them as well. Jasmina told us how she learned to be a good mother from Jeffrey. He thought her to be strong and not complain.
Although the loss of this child is painful for us to bear, we console ourselves by holding on to the knowledge that he is no longer in pain. Wherever he is now, he’s in a better place – at peace. I’ll strive to be strong like Jeffrey and not complain, at least not much. Thank you Jeffrey for your courage, may I be as brave as you.