Life has been humming along for the most part since
I last posted. Significant and hilarious moments, worth blogging about,
have come and gone but the recent death of my father-in-law evoked a
great deal of emotions in our children and is worth sharing.
Read below, my eldest daughter Stefanie Joseph's moving essay on her reflections of her
grandfather's (appacha's) passing.
When I walked into
the hospital room and looked at my grandfather he didn't look anything
like what I had imagined. His face looked hollow, his eyes were closed
and there were tubes coming out of his nose
and his throat while he lay still. I don't know why, but when I
imagined him in the hospital I imagined him awake, being able to talk,
and exactly as I saw him when I was in sixth grade when we went to
India. That was the last time I saw him.
I pictured that
appacha would have his framed eyeglasses and his teeth and that he would
be sitting upright in the bed and maybe when he saw his grandchildren
he would get better, his body would
suddenly heal.
But that was a naive thought. Seeing him lying there unable to talk
back, let alone know we were there in the hospital room brought me to
tears. I was sad and upset because I didn't have a chance to say
goodbye. I didn't have any last words to say to him before
he passed away. The only memories he probably had of me were those
little questions I would ask on the phone when he used to call. "How are
you, appacha?" or "How's the weather in India?" Not anything really
personal and not anything that might form an impressionable
memory.
Appacha (aka Joseph Daniel) |
I felt upset that I
couldn't tell him how much he really meant to me and how I appreciated
him even though I didn't show it. I was sad that my dad would have to
lose another parent in about a year and that
he had to go through so much pain. I was upset with myself for not
being sensitive towards the situation. When my dad would call the
hospital constantly I would get irritated thinking that probably all my
grandfather wanted to do was rest without constant
calls from his son. But now I realize that wasn't the case. My dad was
losing someone he loved and he used every opportunity he could to spend
with him, even if it was just a phone call. These are the reasons I was
in tears when I saw him lying in the hospital
bed.
I had not seen
someone on their deathbed or die before this. Whenever a loved one died
it was unexpected, as when my ammachi died last year. But my appacha
suffered much before he died and after all that suffering
he went through he was going to die. It seemed unfair. People always
say things get better, that suffering is unavoidable and in the end
there will be happiness, that just seemed wrong. After he went through
all his treatment he was being taken away from his
family who loved him. How is that a good thing? How is that a happy
thing? So, of course, I was sad to hear he was dying.
No one in my family
had ever said the words “he’s dying” to me about appacha. It was always
he's just doing bad so hearing the word dying made me very sad and I
came to tears because it meant we were losing
him soon. This is what I thought before I reached the hospital, but
after I saw him in the hospital my views changed. I saw him and I began
crying because he looked like he went through so much. I stood there
staring at him and I felt that he was going to
pass soon, that God will take him when we were still in Canada. I felt
that God was being kind to him in taking away his suffering so he could
be in a better place — in heaven with him. He could no longer be in
pain and sorrow but would be happy and he was
going to get that happy ending.
God waited to call
appacha home until the rest of my family got there and had a chance to
see him. He wanted us all to have a chance to say our goodbyes and maybe
just maybe my grandpa heard us. I think I
am okay with his death because I know that God had a plan for him. God
works in mysterious ways. He has plans that we may not accept or
understand but we can't stand in the way of God and we just need to
believe that he has a better plan for all of us. That
is why I am okay with my appacha's death. I know that he is in heaven
and he is happy.