My own mortality…

by Wanjiku Wanderi - Jorgensen May 6, 2010 2 comments
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Today I lost an Aunt. She is not the first close relative that I have lost seeing that this year also marks the 12th anniversary of my father’s demise. However, her death has once again reminded me of my own mortality. We all probably know that our destinies are preordained from the time we emerge into this world screaming as we gasp for our first breath of air outside the comforts of our mother’s womb to the day we gasp the last breath on this earth as our journey on this life ends.

I believe (as a Christian) that my life on this earth has been marked from the beginning to the end. But to live this life fully we must find our own way- whether it is in pursuit of love, happiness, success, acceptance, family, career, anything. We all have a purpose which we set to achieve. As we grow older, and the responsibilities of life are placed on our shoulders, then the reality of how precious life is, descend upon us.

Away from the generalities. As I grow older I have become aware of just how fragile life is. Be it my life, that of my family, my friends or that of complete strangers. I have a tendency to go through Facebook pages created to honor the memories of friends/spouses/fiancés/ colleagues of people I know or just random strangers. I come across all kinds of incredibly touching messages written on the walls of the deceased; messages of love, kindness, remembrance, longings, dreams…I wonder to myself, what will be written on my wall when I am gone? How will I be remembered?

Well, I don’t fear death, but I am afraid of looking back at my life and regretting that I did not live it as wholly and as well as I should have. I have come to terms with my own mortality and all this in essence has brought me closer to God than I had ever imagined. After all, hasn’t he marked my footsteps with his yardstick? Doesn’t he know me by my name? So when the time comes, I hope that what will be said of me is ‘Judy fought the good fight, she finished the race and she kept the faith!

Aunt Monica indeed you have fought the good fight. You have finished the race and you have kept the faith. Papa was lonely and I am sure he will be happy now that you have joined him in eternal rest.

Holy God, may your perpetual light shine upon Aunt Monica and Papa, and let your eternal light shine upon them.

May they rest in Peace!

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chris March 12, 2011 at 11:02 pm

Every step we take moves us closer to our final moment that is already set. It could happen any moment that is the fragility, the fickleness of life. Death is a lesson that is hard to learn from sometimes, we all know that we gonna die at some point in time. And if you ask majority of people if they had a day, a week or less than a month to live, what will they do. People will say all kinds of things that they will do, yet they do not walk that talk. Death could happen anytime.
Many of us are prisoners of our own silence……

Wanjiku wa Wanderi May 26, 2011 at 3:19 am

Well said Chris. Lets live life to the fullest. Continue to count your blessings day by day…


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