The month of August meant different things to people. To some, it was a month of achievements, to others, it was a time to reflect and grow. Some celebrated birthdays; others were forced to face their worst fears.
August for me was blatantly so-so to the letter.
Drowsily, the month welcomed members of my family with a hangover of July’s vigils and prayers for my mother who had been battling with the pangs of cancer for some months.
What started with a mild pain on her right leg; diagnosed to be a cancerous spinal lump, soon spread to the hip and later to the lungs making it a ‘Stage 4’cancer. While physicians, lab specialists and other experts were at the top of the matter, we became passionate prayer warriors, all in a bid to contain the ailment. Yet stubbornly it kept ravaging her body, seeking attention at every passing minute.
Sadly before her children and relatives, our energetic and precious mother, the pillar of our foundation, succumbed to the wrecking pains of cancer. It snatched her gaiety, leaving her pale and helpless. All we had to do was hope and pray for some miracles. But God Almighty knew best. On August 8, 2018, at exactly 11:27pm USA time, our lovely mother departed to eternal glory surrounded by her loved ones.
August also witnessed my 33rd birth anniversary. Mama and I had planned to celebrate it in a unique way in the hospital; she had agreed to tell me more of my childhood stories and joyfully, I bought a recording device to preserve those sweet memories. However, I had to leave Mama for a while, to conclude my exams in the United Kingdom and as usual, she prayed for me and gave me some money. If only I knew, I wouldn’t have spent the money.
Oh August 2018, has engraved deep cuts in my heart, but I forge on by God’s grace; I navigate through the cares of life, with the assurance that Mama is resting in the bosom of the Lord. Holding on Mama’s love and the series of condolence visits and words of comfort from people all over the world, beams joy into my grieving heart and for that I am most grateful.
Though for five years, the Goldcoast Foundation in honour of my mother has been in existence reaching out to the needs of people; it will continue to advance Mama’s values. I have also created a website www.goldcoastdickson.com to archive her legacies and memories, as well as an online condolence register, so people could register their words of hope and comfort.
Mama was indeed a virtuous woman and so if there is ever a place for good people at death, I know she is there, still praying and protecting us.
We thank God for the life she lived and praise Him for everything. For “in all circumstances, we give Him thanks.”
Whatever August meant to you, always ensure that you live your life cherishing every moments you share with people you love; for you never know when you will lose them.