The house stands silent. The doors are secured. The rooms are vacant. The flowers you loved surround your photograph as a small light illuminates it. The people- your family has briefly scattered. In many ways to come to terms with the fact, that You have gone away.
It’s been ten days and three since you left us. No premonitions of disaster. No uneasiness. Not an inkling of the fact that you were to be taken from us Mom. They say it was painless for you and I am glad for that. They say it’s the best way to go….Possibly- but what of the living you left behind?
Amidst the loud lament, your kin grieved in silence. Papa-stoic but the grief very apparent and dignified. Your son-restrained. Your daughter-subdued and shocked-who lay awake close to you through the night, trying to come to terms with her loss. The children-aware that you had gone but dealing with it the way children do….by assuming normalcy. I-coping as I do with physical labour.
As we all performed the assigned rites and rituals to send you off on your final journey, our minds and hearts churned with a score of “if only”, “maybe if we had”, “I wish I had”, ”it’s not fair”. There was anger and then grief and then, something you said came to mind-“we all have to go when our time comes. No one can do anything about that.”
“I’m the one that’s got to die when it’s time for me to die, so let me live my life the way I want to.”
― Jimi Hendrix
So yes Mom…..maybe it was time for you to go. Maybe the moving finger had written and it was time for you to experience other adventures as you had lived life-to the hilt and with zest and hard work. In time acceptance will come to us also.
And though you may have gone and left a void…your presence remains- in all of us in many conscious and subconscious ways.
Be happy mom. At peace wherever you are.
“Death ends a life, not a relationship.”
― Mitch Albom, Tuesdays with Morrie