How I lost My Parents and the Life After

Everyone will still be in a quandary at some stage in their lives, deciding whether to continue living or to die and forget anything. My story is a great source of inspiration for me because it reminds me of who I am now. It was difficult for me to keep up with life. The letter came as such a surprise to me that my body came to a halt. My parents' deaths in a car crash left me heartbroken, and I only hoped that God would be merciful to me. With this personal experience, I came to believe that one can always live irrespective of the challenges that they meet in life.
I was born in a family of two being the last member of the household. Mum and dad were working as community workers of some NGO firm far in the capital city. We went to school together with my sibling just a few kilometers away from where my parents worked. So every morning and evening we had a privilege to get a ride on dad’s car. With this kind of life, everything seemed to be well with us. The best moments of it is the family outings that dad used to take us for every weekend when they were off from duties.
I can still remember the fatal day just like it happened yesterday despite the years that have passed. As usual, we had our breakfast and off we were set for the journey to school. After dropping us at the school gate, mum bid us goodbye with a warm hug as it was the routine. She told my elder brother to take good care of me throughout the day. The day had just begun well as I parted with my brother and went for my classes. I was attending a literature class when the head teacher came in. The man was not in his moods as everyone else could expect. He was holding some small piece of paper. On the paper, he called out my name after a brief talk that he had with our teacher. Anxiously, I walked towards the head teacher who held my hands out of the classroom. I did not like this idea of walking out of the literature room since I never wanted to lose anything said. Looking at the head teachers direct on the face, I felt like he had something in mind, but he was afraid to share with me. My brother was already at the office, so I wondered what a coincidence that was, being called in the office at the same time. Inside the office, there was a police officer, and this took me with a shock.
“Don’t be shaken by what am about to tell you,” the policeman said. So many questions run through my mind, but I had no idea what the person meant by that statement. He removed three photos from the envelope, and all I could see was a smashed car. Being young and naive I asked whose car it was. My elder brother had already seen the number plate in the other picture he was holding and recognized it was dad’s car? “Am sorry to say that your parents had an accident and that your mom died on the spot”, said the police officer. Indeed that was the least I expected to hear from him.
I was shocked and almost lost my breath. The next time I was becoming conscious, I was weakly lying on a hospital bed. That sounded like the end of life to me. I had passed out even before getting the actual story. Beside me, was my brother who was weeping uncontrollably saying he would never see mom again. All this was like a dream to me. I asked him where dad was and he told me that he was in the ICU. “Take me to dad!”, I shouted at the humble policeman. He had no option but to do as my temper commanded. Before I could even say the second statement the doctor in charge of the hospital came in the room with a sorrowful face. He called the policeman aside, and they made some whispers. All I could tell from the police officer’s face after the conversation was that thing weren’t quite well. “Am sorry to say your dad too could not make it,” the police spoke the sad news. I could not believe life without anyone who cares as a parent. My brother was also young, and he could not fill the gap that my beloved parents had left. Nevertheless, he was the only person left I could count on.
The doctor then led the way to the room where my late dad was lying. The place was just a pool of blood that I could not hesitate to set my eyes on the lying body. All that was happening like a dream, but it came to reality when were taken back home. The entire compound was filled with strange grieving faces. I can only remember the part when my granny held me tight on her chest weeping like a child. I felt like I did not belong to this life and I even attempted suicide. I sneaked into my mom’s room and took an overdose of some drug tablet that was meant for other use.
I was rushed to the hospital before the situation got worse than it was already. The drugs interfered with my system that I developed a heart failure. When I was getting back to my senses, my parents had been buried. I thought life was not going to be the same again. Our home was taken away by the bank since dad had taken some loan and had not paid for it. We were adopted by two different families, and we could no longer stay with my brother again. Everyone close to me was now gone. I was left alone in this jungle of life.
The circumstances forced me not to surrender no matter what. My guardian was a pastor, and so he took me through many Bible teaching that could make me reform to my normal life. I had to admit that I was now without my parents but life had to continue. My brother who was the only one am left with was also gone somewhere far. Despite all these challenges I still believe that he is alive. I have also had a strong belief in God, and He has pushed me through my different tough life even though I had lost hope in life. At least I can afford to attend school and with the hope of becoming a responsible person in the future.