Updated: May 8
It's painful...it's saddening...it's confusing. I don't know what I'm feeling right now. It just seems to be a mixture of nostalgia and heart-break. One moment he was responding to our voices and waving his hands...and the other moment, he's gone.
My granduncle, Moses Eapen was the hero of our family. My dad used to tell me stories about him. How he scolded him, how he loved him, how he got presents for him...how he just became a real-life hero to him. Until the night of 21st August 2021, we were hopeful that God would heal him...but now, all that he's left behind is faint memories. He was that brother to my grandmother who called her everyday, who made her feel special and whose calls she used to wait for eagerly everyday. I myself saw him for the first time on the 8th of February in 2020 when he visited us. He was such a great man. He helped innumerable people. He was a wise adviser. He was a funny jokester. He was a promise keeper. There just aren't enough words to describe him because he was THAT special.
I still can't believe he's gone. It's such a shock. I feel like everything around me right now, is a dream. It feels like my subconscious mind is writing this blog. He was such a jolly person. Not until recently, he along with his wife too became a victim of this vicious virus. But he had taken an oath...that he'd NEVER rely on human-made medications. He was a die-hard believer in the power of GOD and his strong faith in God made us believe too, that God will make a way and heal him. Of course, God comforted him. There was something supernatural about those times that vanished away the pain and discomfort...and that was the power of God. But his wife got admitted to the hospital. She was having serious issues in breathing.
The night before yesterday, my granduncle's condition got critical. He was having breathing difficulties. An ambulance was called to take him to the hospital. But such hard promise keepers are difficult to convince. His grit wasn't going to move an inch away from the promise he'd been keeping all these years. We arranged a Google meet and all the members of our family from different corners of the world joined in to pray for his speedy recovery. I feel so fortunate to be a part of his last visions and to be able to pray for him with tears. He meant a lot to me, especially to my dad and grandmother. My grandaunts called out to him and tried to check his consciousness. He would wave his hands and assure them that there's nothing to worry about. He couldn't speak. But his eyes were open. He was on the bed, turning and tossing left and right. I just didn't have the guts to see him that way. I was afraid I'd burst out crying any minute. But I knew that I wasn't supposed to add up to the burden which that particular moment carried in the air. But time is too callous that the clock struck 11:30 and it was beyond time for me to get to bed. So I and my brother went to bed, disheartened.
But I couldn't sleep. My mind was taking me back to 2020, when he flew all the way from USA to meet us, when I met him for the first time. He got me a beautiful dress, a cotton shirt and a skirt. He cracked many jokes with me. He discussed many important life-lessons with me. He'd tell me stories from the bible. He'd tell me stories about his life. I came to know that he suffered from cardiac arrest thrice in his life, he had many financial issues in his childhood, his struggles were next level. But now, he is a well-respected man, who is still remembered by his fellow colleagues even after his retirement. He was such an inspiration to me. In my point of view, the bond between us was hidden. Although I didn't want him to go back to the US, I didn't say it. Although he didn't want to leave me, he didn't express it. That sorrow of leaving was visible in our eyes. I knew he loved me and so did I.
...Anyways, I gradually dozed off, believing that God would perform another miracle in his life by healing him completely. But when I woke up the next morning, my dad revealed the happenings of the past night. My granduncle entered into glory at 12:20 IST. I wanted to shout, I wanted cry madly, I wanted to curse this virus...but I controlled myself. I just nodded, trying to digest the fact and continued with my daily routine. I tried to smile, but they seemed to be fake, I tried to crack a joke...but it felt dead. My granduncle's wife is taking support of oxygen cylinder. She doesn't even know that God has welcomed her husband to heaven. I don't know what lies ahead. My dad isn't in great shape either and neither is my grandmother. Everyone is gloomy. We have lost the hero of our family...