Upa REMSIAMA KHIANGTE who entered eternal glory on this day in 2007
It was the day….
When four little children came to know,
That Daddy will never come back!!!!
When innocent hearts were torn apart,
Right from the middle..
When five soul realized how worthless,
And temporary was the world they were in.
When Mom’s right shoulder was cut
Away from her body…!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It was also the day….
When hosts of angels and archangels stood up
To welcome and celebrate the return of one of their faithfuls who had left them 50 years ago…
“ One night………
There was darkness all around, People were mumbling and laughing, amidst all that I heard one voice rushing through my heart saying ……..
“Bawihte, I’ve written the pronounciation below every word of Hindi chapter, just try to read them” …………..
“My little Angel, I’ll be missing you, take care and give us a call when you reach hostel …………”
“Bawihte, I’ll carry your bag, it’s too heavy for you, we’ll exchange till we reach my office” .. ………….
“Dad… where are you now ?
We miss you so much… Please come back home.
Suddenly, I woke up in the middle of the night. It was just a dream. Tears rolled out, reminding me of all the precious moments with him. Oooh! How happy we used to be, In the small kingdom of Mom and Dad. It was like Little Heaven on Earth. I then remember the day when Dad was in hurry and I was tugging at his pant that made double crease on it, he smiled slowly and said, “Thank you so much bawihte, you always help me out…….”.
Doing anything for him was pleasurable as he always expressed a thankful greeting in return like I had done a great thing for him.
Dad might not have been an Engineer, Doctor or any other highly qualified person, but his intelligence and hard work was always enough to sort out our problems . He was the one who taught me every subject and even how to write my initial. He was the one who combed my hair when I was a child, who carried me the whole night when I had stomach ache…who got more tense than Mom whenever I was about to leave home for hostel. The four of us were the apple of his eye.
He neither scolded nor punished us, yet his silence was enough to make us feel guilty of our lapses. He was bursting with emotions and writing poems was his passion. He wrote many poems and sermons including- “The Centenary Sam” of Mizoram (1994) and “Ramthar Sam”, which was recited by my Sis. The love and respect he had for my Grandparents, his affection for his ten brothers and sisters and his uncanny habit of recording the birth date, time, place and weight of all his relatives will be an indelible part of my memory.
But the most important thing in his Life was Jesus Christ. The trust and faith he had for God was amazing. He used to tell me that we all are Missionaries in our own place and can serve Him by doing our own work properly. As we cannot preach everywhere, live every moment with Jesus and follow His path, then seeing the Christ in your Life they will surely start believing in Him one day. In the last letter I received written on 13/07/06, Dad told me that it was not possible for him to be with me all the time, but Jesus is always with me wherever I am and love me much more than he does. So it would be wiser to pray for His help in troublesome situation rather than anything else..!!
“He was an inspirational and motivating figure for me whose footprints I followed the long way path.”
My Father’s journey with us on earth was written only till 31st March, 2007. I am at a loss to explain the way I felt that very moment. “ A daughter walking hand in hand with his Father happily and suddenly, the hand was taken away forever!!! It was the worst thing that could ever happen to any child.
I wasn’t present in the funeral period, but I was glad for that. As I thought it would be unbearable for me, to know that Dad who I used to converse with, lying down in front of me but not responding to me……..
At that very moment, I was unable to fathom why the creator creates so much Love between Human Beings if they are made to be apart again forever.
I cried a lot, thinking of myself without Dad. Mom, who’d be struggling to support her four children…..My brother, who was just about to learn how things go on. My dear sis, who always felt better to complain about her hostel problems to Dad instead of Mom, as he never scolded her back. And my little bro… he didn’t even think of having meal without Dad. For him, Dad was his hand, by which he used to have all his dishes on his plate. Dad left us when he was playing the most important role in our lives.
I was able to dry my tears after Mom told me that we are crying and missing Dad because we pity ourselves.
We are that selfish, imagining ourselves without him, worrying about how things will work out, instead of seeing how happy he is now besides the Almighty, where all the worldly stuff no longer bothers him. All our destination in life is to have a place in Heaven . And there is nothing wrong if God was pleased by him and took him before us. If we really love him, we should be happy for him, being freed from this wearisome world.
And so this is it, “We Love You Daddy, from the Bottom of our hearts and we’ll prove it by making this Day not the source of our weakness but as The Day that will always give us strength and courage to follow the righteous path.
This will always remind us not to lose ourselves in worldly stuff as they will all vanish.
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