Monday, 2 June 2008

Thinking, mourning, rejoicing

Hm, sorting out laptops is still delaying. New ones are supposed to be bought (by the company) but we probably won't have them till the end of the week, so slow blogging till then.

Another week, another death and another birth. Is that really how the world is meant to be? Is it really normal that my 35 year old friend's wife dies 6 weeks after giving birth to her second child? Is it normal to become a father for the second time and 6 weeks later have to travel to America to pick up your new baby and transport your wife back in a body bag? Seems so unbelievable and yet it's true. My heart goes out to T and his children, especially the 4 year old who'll wonder why mummy never came back to Ghana.

In the midst of this another friend bounces in to tell the joy of his baby boy born yesterday and I am thrown between emotions of sadness and joy. The world is a funny place. So many things happen in such short spaces of time that we are forced to react suddenly and adapt to new experiences. Is it any wonder a year can seem so long, and yet this one is flying by so fast?

Tomorrow it's a year since J was born to A and DW, the day after, NY had his daughter, well his wife did, whilst we were busy revising. It seems so shocking that these newborns, or even pictures of ultra sounds, are now walking and somewhat talking. At the same time, sitting and revising for exams seems worlds away, and even seeing J when she was six weeks or so old, seems like ages ago, I can hardly remember being in Sweden.

Too many thoughts, too many wonderings, too much mental exhaustion, back to work now. Will reply to comments another day.


Anonymous said...

Hi Maya,
Loving your blog!!!
This post makes one think of the many things we take for granted (especially good health).The good things that happen and the not so good things. May we remember to be grateful daily for everything. Especially the little things!

Maya said...

Hi Anon,
Glad you like the blog!

I completely agree, we really have to remember to enjoy and appreciate our lives as much as we can. As morbid as it sounds, we never know how long we have left.

Nana Yaw Asiedu said...

Reading this piece made me feel so tired. Not because of the writing itself, which was way brilliant, as usual. I just feel we cannot push the macho mill of life and strife. Reading this made me think of the contrast of black and white. We only know one because the other exists as well.

Maya said...

Nana Yaw,

That is so true, I never thought of it that way. We only remind ourselves to live life when someone dies.


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