I lost my little sister, Regina Keizzu. The immediate family fought their nest against diseases, but failed. She died on July 27, 2017 and was buried on July 29, 2017. She was in the hospital for five months. The hospital became its residence in many other patients with various diseases that were also serious threats to Regina’s immune system. Medicine was Regina's food and often interrupted her true feeding time.
In addition, two main beneficiaries tried to cope with hospital flu and hostile weather conditions, which were largely this year. The deadly flu infection greatly interfered with the course of care, and at that time there were signs that Regina’s main patient would leave the race soon.
Indeed, even the oxygen machine, which was brought in to support breathing, revived it in order to live again. Life just ended, and the news of its passage was too bitter. Five months in the hospital, which were spent on restoring Regina's life, proved fruitless. Death was the only answer we would get. It happened, and it was impossible to wave it. Negation, anger, and regret could not change the natural event that it relied on the endless misfortune of endless combinations of suffering.
The trust given to doctors could not help, and it was useless to blame the health care system. The best we could do is give Regina a decent kiss with all the love. Despite her loss, life had to go on. All that the family could do best was to consistently unite against life problems, flourish and share happiness with others.
I'm still recovering from her loss in almost two months. Death was a joke for me, until we lost Regina, most of my life and a powerful reason why I worked so hard to adapt it in a more prosperous and homely environment. Her death permeated me far beyond my early stage of life. This showed me that life does not mean anything after the loss of a loved one, when there is nothing to glorify, to be proud or to struggle a lot. It was one moment when mental disability arose forever if the time of grief had not been well handled.
I used to lose relatives, heard and understood the essence of death from childhood. I also read about the events leading to death, and had a visual experience. After all, death was never the truth and excuse for me, as at the death of my sister, Regina. Even the comfort of friends and assurances have never been convincing. The Rastafarian friend Bongobingiman Gumarutahwa Rukhinda sent me an encouraging message: “Our birth is not the beginning and the end of death. Life goes on".
Regina's death was the biggest problem in my life, and I dealt with her. Always ever discussed life after death, the death of my sister strongly justified why I needed to better understand death and life after, see the situation with my sister, whose life I tried my best to save (5 months) and failed. It was for her such a long time that she felt and caring.
From the city to the countryside where the family lived, I always knew who would be the first to find and build peace and happiness. It was impossible. I decided to turn my bed into mine in order to experience her spiritual presence. At some point I felt the weather in a very common hostel and wondered if she was responsible for the chronic respiratory condition from which she died. I kept asking myself similar questions and blaming myself for not being home early enough to protect her.
Indeed, the long pain of her death was very painful and humiliating for the life of the living. Since childhood, she innocently lived in emotional, psychological, physical and sociocultural pain. Her biggest disappointment was that he was never normal and complete. leave, go play, make friends, work and support others. She was handicapped for reasons that were not her own and innocently experienced lifelong pain and death. The Buddhist priest and my friend took a moment to think about life and said: “Yes, I sometimes shudder at the thought of such suffering. Monks - this is India so vulnerable, mercy. ”
Then life seemed so meaningless; as there was nothing to fight for, nothing was pleasant, and nothing could live but pain and death! And the one and the other, the living life happily or miserably met illness and death. In fact, the truth about the world in which I lived was difficult to accept, even when it seemed clear to me. But Kitasaala Sarah, a parent I met as a teenager in Jinja County in Uganda, repeated it to me. She said: "We are mortal." So vulnerable to death, but what matters is that you live. We should all enjoy our stay on earth. "
Every time my thoughts return to the sufferings of Regina’s last days, I feel pain. I sometimes felt that I had to do more to reduce her suffering so that she could live longer. I lived miles away, kept myself in the rut to survive in the city. And when I arrived, it was too late for me to end suffering and painful death. It was out of my control.
Doctors in an environment full of health failures also failed. Care and attention in public places were very limited. There was no cooperation between referral hospitals in treatment regimens, and the location of medical institutions is very doubtful. One object, Kirudda, was near Lake Victoria with numerous swamps around it, filled with mosquitoes, and it encountered frequent water shortages. The neighborhood had a negative view of the object as a death trap. But for me, death has become such an unusual problem.
Death was so bold as to stop very, very determined and resolute. He just walked in and took the life of a loved one, whom we loved so much, and sought to protect day and night. I and the rest of the family were powerless, only surrender without choice.
It was at this time that I thought for a long time about life and death. At the same time, I came to the fact that we live now, to die another day; life was such a fragile and fragile state that was easily readily prepared, desperately trying to protect it; life was the transit phase of our existence from birth; it was a natural design to die, and by nature we will all die.
Death is the final end of life that awaits all. We can not do anything with it. We cannot do anything better or less to overcome death. This is an unfinished event for all who may encounter, regardless of the sadness that we hold in the loss of a loved one. Death is a universal phenomenon, as Ratana Nanda Bhante, a Burmese Buddhist scholar in Sri Lanka, remarked:
"... and in fact it makes me think about life [you] now. But his universal phenomenon, everyone is supposed to be deceiving, suppose to end death. [d] dhamma niyama means the rules of nature. I believe that you too could feel.
Dhamma Niyama & # 39; deserves to be taken into account when I break my sister’s painful loss and restore life again.
For whatever we do, we do for a living, as it will soon end. And it is better to be good, because kindness feeds life more than bad deeds that upset it. In some ways, the death of a loved one is exploring the possibility: through death, we are aware of the strong divine truth of life and develop in it. The Buddhist text says that the light in Dhammapada 129-130, which says that "all creatures are afraid of death, love life, then who can hurt you, what can you do wrong?"
For Christians, as well as for positive psychologists, whatever the bad events, there are special revelations and good reasons for their occurrence. Indeed, times were becoming so tough and hostile to the survival of the rest of the family that Regina fully relied. Our mother, the leading caretaker, fell ill at the same time as Regina’s conditions deteriorated and we didn’t have enough money. More distant relatives did not help. A Christian friend, Golyan, Emma, gave me spiritual energy when he said, "Well, you have to be a strong business when we are put to the test, and God has a reason why certain things happen."
Now I understand what it means to lose a loved one. As I wait for my last moment and end of life, I tell you, my sister, Regina, “you lived innocently from pain and died for reasons that were not your business. Unfortunately, the world has become a difficult place for us so much that you could not accept as much as your family. You will always have the deepest love from us and a great presence in our lives, living in such a world full of enemies. "Stay in the world."
Regina Kitszy’s humble family eagerly awaits Regina Chizzy’s memorial lecture and community events to draw lessons from her life, strengthen family life opportunities and overcome social and economic problems that Regina’s sustained support has not yet received taking care of people with disabilities - Regina lived for 31 years. We hope that friends and well-wishers will join us in this difficult task and show compassion, kindness and goodwill to family and other vulnerable people fighting for their lives - the best legacy we have only behind when life ends.
