It's gonna be OK
The author captures the surroundings of the nearing death of a family member and the immediate aftermath. The focal point is set on the children who play and run around in this hard-to-explain depressive period. He is fascinated by the temporary innocence and oblivion with which they see the world and their father, uncle…
I live in the Czech Republic just like most of my family. I am simultaneously a czech and a vietnamese citizen. With my sister we are the best czech speaking members of our family the rest is either too young or are adults who just work and make money here so their kids have better lives than they had back in Vietnam.
In the span of nearly 2 months I’ve been visiting my sick uncle, the oldest brother of my mother, whom I really loved since I was a child. But his fondness of indulging alcohol and cigarettes digusted me the more the older I got and in the last years he basically vanished from my life. There were a few exceptions but still if I were to count the minutes we were actually talking it wouldn’t be so hard. It was because a lot of factors like my adolescence, language barrier and most importantly priorities. I’m regretting the time I wasted not being there for my family and I’m ashamed of my actions.
He has been suffering for a long time but didn’t tell anybody, overlooking it. It’s hard when you can’t speak the language of a country you live in. That’s why he was so undecisive about his health. After the problems became more serious he was forced to go to the doctor by his wife with the backing of the rest of the family. After which he was diagnosed with lung cancer. Too late. My mum and the others decided not to tell him and keep him hoping. Which makes it that much sadder. Death came unexpectedly on a Saturday afternoon at rest with just his wife and oldest nephew. That was after there were a lot of people who cared for him visiting.