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17 August 2009 ! at 1:28 AM ! & as my parents talked, my sisters talked, I sat by the side of the cab. All silent, blasting the music in my ears. Yet, amazingly, I couldn't take in a single lyric from whatever song was playing on my iTouch. My thoughts were still louder. The questions swirled around, and different situations popped up idly every now and then. I walked along the farmiliar corridor that led to his door, behind my mum & sisters. I didn't quite reach as fast, so all I saw initially was them whispering outside his gate. A wave of shock, a stare of disbelief when I reached his gate. He was, honestly, a bag of bones. I cringed at the sight of him. I barely just met him a couple of months back, and I never noticed, never realized. He was walking, limping rather, around topless as usual in his house. I could see pieces of skin hanging loosely from his torso, his arms and shoulders bony and thin. He looked so brittle, so fragile. & then I saw his legs. They were swollen. We entered his house & made him sit down so we could look at his legs. His right leg was red, bloody, and painful to look at. I didn't know what to say. My eyes glistened for a moment, but I stopped it. I had to look away. My heart ached at the sight of the failing old man before me. In my memories, he used to be so healthy, so strong. I loved him. I did, & I still do. Maybe that's why it hurt even more. Ached more like it. He was unwilling to go to the doctor's again. I wanted so much to just cry and beg him. To tell him not to be stubborn & to just try to stay alive. But I think it's more than just that. I think he has lost his purpose in life. There's nothing for him to look forward to each day. Insisting on living on his own in his house, none of my uncles or auntie could force him to move out. He wakes up each day, only to sit around the same seats in the house, waiting to pass time, for nightfall to come before he'll go to bed once more. Perhaps that's why he's so stubborn. He'll skip medication, refuse to tell anyone when he's injured, refuse to seek medical help, refuse to allow anyone to hire a private nurse for him. Everyone's so frustrated with him. I think, they've given up hope on him. I hear the frustration in their voice, the impatience in their tones when they speak to him. There's the unwillingness to take him out, the exasperation at his stubbornness. It's already been quite a while. But I can't give up hope on him, can I? Though I don't know how to ever help him see the purpose of life, I can only pray that God will change his heart. Growing old suddenly seems so ugly. I miss the old younger you. <3, CASS. |