SEASONS IN THE SUN

After not seeing my aunt for several months, I visited her in the hospital yesterday (being hospitalized since early morning). I saw she is a lot older than what I have imagined and even looks older in her patient outfit.

I was taking a vicar who will give her an anointing for sick sacrament. My cousin said that she lost her consciousness that afternoon. When we arrived there, she looked like having a deep sleep.

The vicar put his hand on her head and tried to talk to her, but she gave no reaction, even when the vicar very gentle slapped repeatedly on her cheeks. Then he asked us to get ready to start the sacrament.

We started praying. Amazingly, on the stage when the vicar should rub her with the blessed oil, she opened her eyes and gave a smile to the vicar and then turned her face to the nun who also joined us and smile. She got her consciousness back!

We starred at each other, were stunning from what we have just seen, tears started streaming down my cousins eyes. We continued our prayer, and more surprising, my aunt could follow our prayer to Mother Mary fluently.

I believe in prayer. A sincere prayer that comes out from a clean thought and for clean objectives will be answered by Him.

Observing what was going on inside the hospital room yesterday, my head full of thoughts of a dying person. What is inside a dying person’s mind? If they are old already like my aunt, they must have already been prepared welcoming the time. But, it must be a sadness they feel inside, a sadness of leaving their love ones they know that they will go to a better place.

That thought bring my memory to a song “Seasons in the Sun”.

Do you know its lyrics? I gave you some here, that related to my thought in the previous paragraph.

Goodbye to you, my trusted friend
We've known each other since we were nine or ten
Together we climbed hills and trees
Learned of Love and ABC's
Skinned our hearts and skinned our knee

Goodbye my friend, it's hard to die
When all the birds are singing in the sky
Now that the spring is in the air
Pretty girls are everywhere
Think of me and I’ll be there

Goodbye Papa, it's hard to die
When all the bird's are singing in the sky
Now that the spring is in the air
Little Children everywhere
When you see them I'll be there

We had joy, we had fun, we had Seasons in the sun
But the hills that we climbed were just Seasons out of time

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