However much one may want to avoid being the preacher, certain incidents shake your soul and one can’t help but express their disappointment about the same. It is appalling how many incidents…
Until we meet again is a way to bid farewell, but still, it does not make the end of this chapter of my life any easier. What does that mean really? Does it really mean I’ll be able to see you again in some other form or in after life?
There’s not a second or a minute that goes by that I don’t miss you. My little heart hurts & breaks in your memory. I still have your smell on me. I can still hear your little yelps. I still feel like you’re around and that I need to check on you every few minutes, as per habit. I get up to do so & then I’m forced to remind myself that it’s been 4 days since you passed over to the rainbow bridge.
I’m looking for a sign that’ll tell me it wasn’t meant to be. That you are in a better place now. I hope you’ll send me one soon little one. If you can sense me, pls know that you are forever loved & that you filled my days with hope & joy. And I hope I was able to give you all that a mother could.
So here’s me saying & hoping – Until we meet again my love.
Breathing….seemed like a mammoth task at the moment. What was that she heard? Was it the heart beat? No…it was the beat of writhing pain that her heart was in. It came in waves, huge ones.
The places to escape the memories, as if they had become extinct. She was being followed by the shadow constantly. Did she really want to escape the routine? She had no answer to that. She did however marvel at the audacity that life had to push her to move on.
The shock was still fresh and the mind was taking it’s own sweet time to register. How then, was it fair that she be forced to lead the same routine and move on, when the mind hadn’t finished forming the experience as a lesson. She forced her heart to take over because her mind wasn’t being able to connect the dots. The tide that followed when the heart completed the puzzle, was one that almost washed her away. There was no choice. She had to face the truth across the hours in her life. The shadow which was following her was what she longed to see all the time. How was it fair to say it never left her when she didn’t really want it to?
Every corner in the house, every small noise made, even the rustle of the curtains reminded her of him. She could feel his eyes following her across the room. Feel his warmth in her arms. All those times when she buried her face in his….seemed to be happening right now. This much was clear, this was going to take time. So she decided not to rush the process. She let the self heave. For that’s the least and the only thing she could do…allow the healing process to begin.
In her heart of hearts, she promised him, she will celebrate his life. Whenever she was ready for it, she will. For he deserved a salute for changing her life. For having blessed it with his presence and allowing her to find inspiration and awe in the smallest of things.
He would always remain her first baby. Mommy would always love him with every breath.
Mau Rao (November 14, 2013 – June 27, 2014)
You were loved and cherished and always will be. You lived. And will continue to rule my heart ❤
Her husband chewed thoughtfully as he pored over the evening paper.
She wanted to tell him that she was lonely. That she was overwhelmed. She wanted to tell him that she missed being in love.
His eyes met hers briefly across the table.
She said, “Can you pass the salt?”
For the Weekly Writing Challenge.
You live in your dreams, but dreams may die. Don’t get shattered, never ever cry. The world is big and has lots to give, pick up a new dream, coz that’s the way to live!
– Pradeepa Rao