The Lovely Goddess
As we visit the graveyard of my elder sister, Jane, for her seventh anniversary, I can’t help but feel the great loss that we as a family suffered. She was the lovely kid who would always put a smile on our faces with her jokes, some crude, while all the time being the responsible lady that my parents desired for all us.
She was always cheerful, energetic and ready to help; not only extending the help to the family members but also to the community through her various programs as she an official in our Regional Environmental and Conservation Authority commission in my country. Everyone in the community appreciates all her efforts in environmental conservation and this makes me love her more.
But she’s gone, living behind 3 orphaned. I usually wonder why such a person had to leave us so soon. At least if she lived a bit longer, she could have left substantial impact (my thoughts). And I wish she did
Among all the monsters that I consider notorious is the one that claimed the life of my only and lovely sister and her husband who died later on from depression – maybe due to being stressed out but all that had happened or partially due to ignorance. Anyhow, they both died of HIV/AIDS related syndrome.
I can’t tell or blame either of them for I don’t know who among them could have been the course- they were all lovely and a happy couple – but whenever I looked at my orphaned niece and her two brothers, I can’t help but pity them. I won’t say that I or the rest of the family is burdened by taking care of the kids since we all love and support them as much as we can, but I must admit that it has not been a walk in the park.
There are times that I reflect all this and remember the trauma that the orphaned kids underwent and wish that the ‘learned’ are lazy at doing their tasks and that why a cure, or probably a vaccine, is still elusive amidst the numerous researches that consume billions of dollars each year.
A Wonderful Sibling
Most of the inspiration and the achievements that I have accomplished to date are as a result of the motivation and encouragement that I got from my lovely sister. Being the first born in a family of four, she undertook all the responsibility of ensuring that all was well with us. She made sure that my siblings and I knew what was wanted in life and that we all strived to achieve our dreams.
Even when she got married and went to live in a town a few miles from our home she was always there for us. She called and visited frequently to make sure that we were all fine. She was always there for us. She loved us and we too loved her.
Her husband was one lovely bastard too who was quiet humorous and accompanied her in her various visits hence was so close to us too. There was never a day that we felt that they were unhappy and we were always happy for them as a family.
The Sad News
Then came the day that she visited us with some sad news; it was a week after she had been hospitalized for what we all thought that was some tropical a disease. She didn’t mince her words as she revealed her HIV condition to us. We were all shocked and tried to encourage her. However, she was quick to tell us that she had not been taking her medication regularly and the medics had pronounced doom to her due to the resistance nature of the virus.
That night I cried. I tried to think about it all but I couldn’t easily contemplate. That night I also realized how she had lost weight and had changed a bit, but there was nothing I could change about it. I just wished that it wasn’t true.
Therefore as we proceeded for the anniversary celebration, I had the same feeling that I had seven years ago and wish that all this did never happen. How I wish that HIV treatment had soon been discovered to ease the pain and burden of losing a loved one.