Wednesday, October 5, 2016

"Immobile"

This suddenly dawned on me when I was putting Priscilla down after a feed:

With her eyes still wide open, I put her down in the cot, put the blanket over her, pat her and said, "sleep sleep ok?". Then I proceeded to leave the room to do what I wanted to do. But when I turned back and took a glance, I saw her, eyes wide opened, looking to the right, the same position where I left her cos she didn't turn her head, and staring into blank space.

Suddenly, my heart began to ache. I felt bad for leaving her to be, all by herself, alone, all because I had things to do, or rather, wanted to get on to do my things. I suddenly realised that next time, when I'm much much older, I'll end up like her too.

I would be immobile then, bed ridden. People would come to feed me and after a meal, they would put me down on my bed, put a blanket over me and leave the room to get on with the things they need to do. I wouldn't be able to move, can't travel to where I want to, and I would be staring into blank space, eyes wide open, just bidding my time to death. Oh, how dreadful! And how it comes to a full circle again!

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