My Foggy Mind

“Don’t come back. It’s a waste of money and delays work. Come back next time,” Dad said over the phone when Grandpa had a stroke and was on the brink of life. I had planned to visit, but Dad persuaded me otherwise.

I understood what he meant by “next time” and accepted his advice. This was last Friday.

All through this week, I haven’t felt right about it. I often feel guilty.

At Tuesday breakfast, during a quiet time with my mentor, I mentioned what I was feeling.

“Of course, it’s better to see him while he’s alive and provide some comfort. What’s the point of visiting after he’s gone, when you’re just facing a corpse?” my mentor reminded me.

I suddenly saw things clearly and quickly decided to catch the train back that evening. (The most important thing, really, is to ensure Grandpa affirms the faith he previously accepted, the belief in Jesus, so his soul can be saved and go to heaven.)

I felt a lot more at peace. Also, I realized how easily I become confused by others’ opinions. I need to think more independently and act more decisively.