The Last Time Mumma Preached

THIS DAY LAST YEAR - Chapter 6

The Last Time Mumma Preached

April 22nd, 2021

I did not sleep the enter night, as I could not hold onto my happiness cause Mumma was coming back home after 10 days. Everything was in its place, and we were finally settling in. Maa isolated herself in my room and interacted only once in a while, as the doctors recommended it.

For the next few days, we had distant breakfasts, lunches and dinner. Maa sat in the room on my bed while dad and I sat outside the room. We could see each other but were distant and were counting down every day so that we could get back together.

Maa and I spoke over calls, texts and voice notes. In the evening we attended my uncle's wedding through the online stream, and Maa was upset that she could not make it to the wedding. She was more upset that I could not go to the wedding and have fun, I tell you, that's a Mother's heart. After watching the wedding Maa, called me and said she was bored, I downloaded a few documentaries and gave them to her. Maa had her early dinner and slept.

At around 1:00 AM - (early hours of April 23rd), Maa called me and said she was not falling asleep and wanted to watch something. So Maa and I had an exclusive Zoom Meeting, where I shared the screen, and we watched Tom& Jerry together. I made popcorn and pushed it into Mumma's room. After watching for a long time, Maa slowly fell asleep, and I too settled in.

April 23rd, 2021

It was a Friday, so I decided to fast and thank the Lord for bringing Maa home. While having Lunch, Maa said she was tired of the house and wanted to go somewhere. So we both started making plans. We had a bucket list of all the places we wanted to visit, and London was on Mumma's list. We made so many plans and watched travel vlogs together through zoom. In the evening, Mumma rested for a while and resumed back to her calls and messages. For the ones do not who know my Mumma, she was a busy bee, a lovely counsellor and a lady with a golden heart. We had our dinner followed by family prayer, and Mumma read the bible and had her quiet time. And we called it a day.

April 24th, 2021

It was a Saturday, and Maa was excited since morning as she would finally be able to preach in the Sister's meeting. No matter how sick she was, she never missed her schedule for the ministry. Dad and I were a little sceptical as we did not want Mumma to strain herself. But she was not a person to give up on the chance to preach. We had our evening fruits, and Maa was really excited to get ready and meet all the church members. At 7:30 PM, her happiness knew no bounds. She actively led the singing and spoke to everyone. Maa chose Psalm 57 as her main theme and beautifully spoke about David's life. The details of Mumma's last sermon deserved a special mention. My Mumma was still under treatment, but she preached for an hour and fifteen minutes. I was so concerned for Mumma that I barged into the room and yelled for stressing herself so much. After the meeting ended, Mumma called to tell me that she was 'Katti' with me. It was literally a 15-second call. I immediately called her back almost 5 times, but she did not answer. So I went to her room, and Maa said she was upset that I yelled at her and the only way to pacify her was that I had to scream I love you 10 times. And there, I was standing at her door and screaming 'I Love You Mumma' 10 times and then she was back to normal. We all had dinner followed my family prayer, and went to our rooms early, as it was Sunday the next day.

And there it began,

At 2:00 AM (early hours of April 25th), Dad started shivering. I woke up and checked his temperature, he was burning with a 103 temperature. I immediately gave him medication and put the cold cloth over his head. Fear took over me as dad was feeling uneasy and struggled to sleep. I stayed awake the entire night praying with tears, asking the Lord to keep my parents safe.

Dear Reader,

Cherish the little things in life, and be thankful if you have both your parents. Only the mere presence of parents is enough to be grateful. Ask us (the ones who lost their parents), it has been the most difficult phase to lose them. It takes a lot of stress and trauma to have both the parents sick. The feeling eats you from within, and you are left feeling empty. Everything happens in a few seconds, and you understand nothing. You feel breathless, you feel cold, you feel dejected, you feel broken, and it all happens together.

If you have never had this experience, you are fortunate. So make the most of all the time you have. In these past few months, I have seen many people neglecting, forgetting and taking their loved ones for granted. When I see them, I feel people who don't value their parents have them, but I loved my Mumma with all I had, and I got to lose her.

So I look up to heaven and say, Thank you Lord, for this breaking.

So there it was, the Last Time Mumma preached,

This Day Last year.

By HIS Grace,

A Daughter with A Mother in Heaven.

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