It’s been more than 2 years since my last post here. So much has happened in my life; some good things and some not-so-good things. My last post was when I just received my student visa to pursue my Master’s degree in Australia. Little did I know how much my life would change and there would be no turning back from there. I’ll be sharing my story today and through this, I hope to help and support those who have gone through the same.
I still remember clearly my very first day in Australia when the plane landed in Melbourne. My parents were in EUPHORIA. They thought they would have to send me off to Australia alone, but just two days before my flight, my dad received an email from the visa office that both his and mom’s tourist visas were granted. It was around 4 am when daddy found out about their visas. That night I was sleeping with my mom when suddenly we hear a scream.
My dad screamed in utter joy and came rushing into our bedroom with the news. Half-asleep and confused, mom and I at first thought we were hit by an earthquake. It took me a few seconds to be fully awake and register in my head that both of my parents were going to fly with me to Australia. They’d get to be present at my Orientation ceremony. It was one of the happiest moments of life.
Life is very unpredictable just like Melbourne’s weather. It’s sunny now and the next second it’s cloudy and gloomy. I lost my dad to sudden cardiac arrest last year. Yesterday marked 1 year since the day he passed away. My second last semester just ended and I was enjoying my semester break in Melbourne when I got a phone call at night. It was my cousin brother. I could hear my mom screaming in pain at the back and my heart just stopped. I just knew something terrible had happened even before my cousin broke the news.
” Your father is no more.”, were the first and the most heart-wrenching words of my life coming out of his mouth. Alone, in my hostel room, I didn’t cry. Somehow I knew this was going to happen. Did it have something to do with my dream? I don’t know. A few days before my dad’s passing I had a nightmare. I dreamed that he left me behind and was walking somewhere in the mist. I’ve always been a very spiritual person and would often dream about events that would eventually take place in the future. I felt that somehow the Almighty Creator was preparing me for this.
Somewhere at the back of my mind, I knew this was going to happen. I tried so hard to ignore my dream and carry on with life. I prayed all the time for my family, but my dad’s sudden death didn’t surprise me as much as it surprised my mom and my sister. I told my cousin to look after my mother and to book a flight for me immediately. That was on Wednesday, 20th November 2019 when our life completely changed.
I guess I was in denial of my dad’s death at first which was why I couldn’t understand how to react to it. It took me about a year to come into my senses and realize that my father is not here in this Earth anymore. It finally dawned on me that I need to stop hoping for missed calls from my dad when I’m in class or eating or sleeping. There would be no more virtual chats or messenger calls with my dad. Daddy’s little girl has to learn to live without him.
Never had I ever thought that I would have to listen the news of my father’s death alone in my room, where I would have nobody to console me, to hold me in their arms and just tell me everything’s going to be fine. But I guess difficult situations make you stronger and a lot wiser.
Maybe not the way you wanted life to teach you good lessons. You learn a lot about people around you and also about yourself. You cannot expect your loved ones to be always with you by your side. Everybody has to leave this world someday.