09-27-2012, 08:20 AM
On September 26, 2012 at 8:42 pm, my mother told me that my fatherâs mother passed away.
Informing my father about the demise of his mother was task my mother was adamant on fulfilling. âDonât tell your fatherâ is what she said to me. To be honest, I never gave it that much thought to begin with. It was as if nothing changed and nothing did.
When my father arrived home, mother was setting up supper. Sure enough as we were eating the phone rang and mother immediately picked up the phone and moved away from the dining room. âWho was that?â father asked. âNo oneâ, said mother. My father already knew of his motherâs condition, it was basically just a matter of knowing when.
Not long after the first call a second call bombarded us and like clockwork mother dashed to answer the phone, this time though she gave it father. After a minute of conversation on the phone with his older brother my father told us his mother died- which we already knew. As he was told this I didnât even saw him flinch, he didnât even cry, he just stood there by the kitchen counter as if it was nothing.
My father already accepted this long before. I didn't expect this when I came home from school and certainly didnât expect I wouldnât care. I didnât have any initial response from the news, mostly because I never really knew my grandmother and me and my father never really had a close relationship.
People have flaws, itâs a universal characteristic in human beings that more often than not people tend to ignore and dismiss. We all have flaws, some of which are quite noticeable and often times weâd forget that theyâre there. I never want that to happen. How can we become better, if we think thereâs nothing wrong us?
Informing my father about the demise of his mother was task my mother was adamant on fulfilling. âDonât tell your fatherâ is what she said to me. To be honest, I never gave it that much thought to begin with. It was as if nothing changed and nothing did.
When my father arrived home, mother was setting up supper. Sure enough as we were eating the phone rang and mother immediately picked up the phone and moved away from the dining room. âWho was that?â father asked. âNo oneâ, said mother. My father already knew of his motherâs condition, it was basically just a matter of knowing when.
Not long after the first call a second call bombarded us and like clockwork mother dashed to answer the phone, this time though she gave it father. After a minute of conversation on the phone with his older brother my father told us his mother died- which we already knew. As he was told this I didnât even saw him flinch, he didnât even cry, he just stood there by the kitchen counter as if it was nothing.
My father already accepted this long before. I didn't expect this when I came home from school and certainly didnât expect I wouldnât care. I didnât have any initial response from the news, mostly because I never really knew my grandmother and me and my father never really had a close relationship.
People have flaws, itâs a universal characteristic in human beings that more often than not people tend to ignore and dismiss. We all have flaws, some of which are quite noticeable and often times weâd forget that theyâre there. I never want that to happen. How can we become better, if we think thereâs nothing wrong us?
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