A death in the family turns everything – plans, aspirations, hopes – upside down. Death of my father had our world shattered in an unexpected way. As we pick up the pieces and get into the routine, I reflect on the very death of my father. In spite of all the unpleasantness and shock it had, I am compelled to describe his death as a GLORIOUS DEATH – a death everyone would hope to have.

He was in the hospital to be stabilized from his low sodium and high urea. His day started very early, as usual, at 4.00 am. He brushed his teeth (unlike me, he was very particular that the first thing he does is to brush his teeth). He asked my mom to read Psalms as they had forgotten to bring his big-lettered bible. He recited Psalm 46 by heart. Especially he was very clear in repeating first and last verse.

Together they were praying – dad lying in his bed and mom kneeling down beside him, holding one of his hands. As they were praying suddenly my mother heard a gurgling noise. When she opened her eyes to check what it was, she realised that my dad has collapsed. She rang the bell for the nurse thinking this was the normal drop in the blood sugar but alas, it was a cardiac arrest. Within minutes doctors came and tried to revive him, took him to the ICU, but finally declared him dead.

It is a glorious death because it happened in the prayer and also it was sudden and painless. What a privilege it is to be coherent, pious, reciting the scriptures and passing on the next world without much struggle. I am glad he was neither in pain nor bitter. I too wish this kind of death, a glorious death.