Hospital Diaries

THIS DAY LAST YEAR - Chapter 5

Hospital Diaries

April 15th- April 21st, 2021

Maa was in the hospital, and it was only Dad and me. Seeing the Covis cases, we were very concerned about Mumma. These few days were just days filled with fear, pain, and grief.

The hospital experience routine was that Maa would call me at 5:00 in the morning and ask me to cook something tasty. She wanted oats, Maggi, sandwiches, roti, and omelette. Every day Dad and I woke up with Mumma’s call. I would cook, and Dad would immediately take the food to the hospital. Once Dad leaves with the food, he would stay there with Mummaa, come home for lunch, and immediately go back to the hospital.

Maa never wanted me to come and see her in the hospital, she was very serious about it, and I didn’t want to upset her so I would silently stay at home.

Dad would come back home every day with tears in his eyes. Both of us would look at each other and cry together. Dad and I sobbed in prayer while begging the Lord to heal Mumma.

The nights were quiet, with our pillow covers drenched in tears. But both of us held onto our faith that the LORD would work in wonders. We were going through a difficult journey, but not even a second did we doubt or question God.

With my uncle’s wedding around the corner, Maa was pestering the doctors to discharge her as she wanted to attend the wedding. The doctors were surprised to see Maa so positive and full of energy even though she was sick.

On the 17th of April, Dad and I watched the funeral service of Prince Phillip (UK). Never in a million years, did I think that within the next few days, I would also walk into a funeral ground with my Mumma in the coffin box. Both of us had tears in our eyes watching the funeral service. I had a small piece of my heart beseeching the lord to get Mumma back home safely.

With the next being a Sunday, Dad woke up and started prepping for the online worship, and I had to make the bread for the communion. My heart and mind were numb, and I was not in the mood of doing anything. I immediately remembered Mumma's teaching that we should hinder God's work or the ministry. Keeping that in mind, I made the bread, and we sat for the online Sunday worship. I skipped taking Sunday School cause I was not in that mindset. Sunday went by.

On the 21st of April, Dad preached in the Bible study, from the hospital. Watching him on my phone, I had tears rolling down, the commitment and the zeal to just keep on running for the Lord. Finally, Dad came home with the good news that the doctors were ready to discharge mummy. The secret was that Maa was pestering the doctors to send her back home. The doctors discharged Mumma on one condition, she had to stay isolated and could not get close to us. So I cleaned my room and kept everything ready for her. I never knew that in Mumma's final days, we had to stay away from each other. I did not get to sit and talk to her. I could not hug her, I could not laugh with her.

Dear Reader,

Take complete advantage of every chance you get to serve and help your parents cause you never know when is your last time. There is none like a Mother and Father. Absolutely nobody. So take pride in helping your parents, cooking for them, working for them, and taking care of them. If you're with your parents, go and hug them. If you’re away from them, call them and tell them you love them. Cause now I will give back anything to have another moment with my Mumma.

So these were our Hospital Diaries

This Time Last Year,

By HIS Grace,

A Daughter with A Mother in Heaven.

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