When it rains, it pours
In 24 hours, I went from knowing I had 1.5 months left in my apartment, to 2 weeks left, to 6 days.
The last week has been a whirlwind of uncertainty and surprises, but ultimately I have come to realize although good things happen to good people, unfortunate things can also occur at the same exact moment. While researching ways to get myself abroad, I came across a summer fellowship program where graduate instructors teach a handful of indigenous African languages in a language institute. That was last Monday. On Tuesday, I made up my mind to take advantage of the opportunity, no matter the cost. I spent the majority of Tuesday afternoon contacting individual institutions inquiring about the availability of remaining fellowships. On Thursday, I learned the lone student who registered apart of the language class that had my interest dropped out, and as a result they weren’t certain the instructor would teach. Friday afternoon, I receive an email saying: ” We have just confirmed that we will have an additional fellowship for the summer and would like to offer you a fellowship if you can confirm that you will attend, so we can finalize arrangements with the instructor”. Praise the Lord! As I read the email at work, my throat closed up. Trying not to hyperventilate, I re-read the email to make sure my eyes were doing its job, and quickly responded accepting the fellowship position. In my mind, I calculated I had roughly 2 weeks before I had to leave and began plotting my moving strategy.
Friday evening, I called home to share the good news and sadly learned my grandfather had slipped into a coma earlier that morning. Saturday morning, he had passed on. Now instead of two weeks, I’d have 6 days to pack up and get myself home.
Although I am not afraid of death, and wholeheartedly believe his transition means no more suffering, death still sucks. Death comes at its own time, irregardless of your personal plans. I am not sad for death, I am only sad for the reality that I will no longer see him. No longer will I rush and get the daily newspaper for him to read. To hear him sing along to old Soca songs. And even with death, I am the most sad for my grandmother. Death at this time reminds me of my own humanity and morality. Death reminds me to just stop. And breathe.
i am so very sorry for the sudden loss of your grandfather. i admire the outlook you have on the situation and on death itself (is that weird to say?).
when you are up for it i would love to hear more about this fellowship – what country is it in?
thank you so much for the condolences. my gpa battled sickness for the last two years, and i think his passing was harder on the fam than it was on him. it’s just better that he’s no longer in pain.
i definitely plan on doing a whole post on the fellowship, once the dust settles. oh how i wish it were abroad, it’s just in the states. thanks so much for stopping by!
Soo sorry for your loss. It’s great you are remaining humble and positive in spite of the tight times….
I cosign with Kay about hearing about the fellowship. Is it SCALI? good luck packing, and coping.
thanks mabel. i am truly not sad for death, the hard part is watching my family hurt more for the departed. i am finalizing some last minute details with the fellowship, and as soon as things are definitive, i will be here to share all about it. thanks so much for stopping by!
I truly admire your perspective while grieving, it’s certainly something many people struggle with. So sorry for your loss, but know you’ll be all the more stronger in the future;)
My condolences, I am with Chai on my admiration of how your perspective while grieving. What language will you be teaching? Igbo?
I meant “of your perspective while grieving”