Living Through Pain

...my uncle stepped in that day, I was at the balcony watching him, he was down in tears, my mum tried to console him, but it seemed none will do.

At first glance I was poised, wondering what it was, then my mind raced down to the fact that the wife cheated on him. At that point I understood his pain and the reason for his tears. Or at least I thought I did understand.

Not quite long, my dad walked in into the living room. He didn't say a word. He sat then, then asked my mum where I was, she  pointed in my direction. At that moment I knew it was time to wall in.

I was furious, furious because a man knelt down cowering in tears. Furious because he I felt he should do something other than his tears. Then, to clear my own personal doubts, I just asked, "What's happened". My mum shook her head, and whispered to me, " not now".

I had come to answer my Dad, but in a moment there I felt like I lost it. Brewing with anger and hatred.  Then my mum said, "She's not dead, you are making her lose the fight already". 

It was cancer, it wasn't unfaithfulness, she had just been admitted into the hospital. And he just came from there, and the doctors said she doesn't have long..." Leukemia ". Tears ran down my own ears. Now I understand his pain.

The pain of seeing her fight alone. The pain that she will some day lose the fight. And he couldn't bear it. She just gave birth, the baby is just 6 (Six) months old.

Proverbs 14: 10. The heart knoweth his own bitterness; and a stranger doth not intermeddle with his joy. 

Suddenly, like a man awoken from a nightmare, he rose, forced a smile, then left the house. I feared afterwards. But two months later, we visited. He had changed. She, the wife, was all full of life.

What changed? What happened? 

He said they had learnt to live through it. 

And I wanted to know how he did it.

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