No Time is right: A tribute to Junior Nkem Anya
I wonder if any time is right for us to gather for the burial of a loved one. Though it is written, for everything there is a season; a time to born and a time to die. That means a time to celebrate and a time for sorrow. It is also said that death is the lot of all men so must we accept it with equanimity. It is our lot because we are mere mortals and death is our destined end.
It was just yesterday that I had a chat with my, now, late friend and brother. Even as we had the chat, I would not have imagined that we shall gather here today to pay him a last respect. Not even in the next 30, 60 or 80 years would I have expected that we shall gather here to pay our respects.
This is because even though we must surely gather, someday, yet no time seems right for us to loss a loved one because we often wish to have them around forever ignoring the fact that we are mere mortals. The untimely death of our brother and friend is painful but we must learn to accept it in good faith and our everlasting joy and confidence still remains the fact that we shall meet again to part no more but before then he will forever live in our heart because that is where death cannot take him away from us.
Lastly, the sudden and untimely death of our beloved brother and friend is a lesson to us, the living, because we must face death alone when it, suddenly, comes for there is no team work in the ultimate battle for survival. That is why there is no better way to end this tribute than what William Penn said, "I expect to pass through this world but once. Any good therefore that I can do, or any kindness or abilities that I can show to any fellow creature, let me do it now. Let me not defer it or neglect it, for I shall not pass this way again."