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Having lived in a nuclear family of nine (9) inclusive of parents and siblings, I
have witnessed death more than twice. But since my memory seems to fail
me in the retrieval of memories, I will stick to two most remembered losses.
First was when my father died and once more when my maternal
grandmother departed as well.
The most vivid memory that I have of my father was the last time he would
be signing my report card. That, I suppose, was when I was in Second Year
High School. He even said “Where in this world would you ever find a
penmanship and signature such as this?”. The good thing is, just recently,
someone unearthed things in my past and put them into perspective.
Unconsciously, the numerical figures on that same scholastic record would
eventually be turned into a system to benefit many in my place of work.
Death, just like betrayal and distrust, is a faithful reality. It is there to remind
us how much time we still have and that unfortunately we do not have much.