Cynthia 🤗
I am really touched to see how you and your family coped up with this bereavement and that too losing a parent for mindless violence is a double tragedy. Your mother must have really protected all of you and coping with the tragedy of losing her husbandOriginally posted by: ArshiHamesha
Indi🤗
Hey dear friend we are all in a boat of life depending on the waves without knowing where these will take us and how these are swinging us until now.I can't imagine how much pain we all are bearing and keeping inside us and still thriving in our lives.You are the strength of your mother Indi as you were the oldest and definitely you along with your mother was a pillar for your younger brothers.Look at now where you are ,your father always guided you even he was not with you but his sayings and principles were and will always be with you.This world is full of hate but Love is also around you.I can see how much you've been holding on your shoulders.God gave you strength and hope for life and He will always guide you as this is my FAITH.May God be with you to bear this immense pain of the loss of your family.I am so proud to be your friend.❤️
12 march, what a morning. waking up or was it
awakening or was it just pure right paagal kaala.
@IndiThis is one awesome mid-life crises! 😉 Well said about our bonding here! Yes, there's no physical and socialeconomic status and other barriers to hinder our enjoyment of each other's company and our show! Very glad we are all here together!@AmiSame with me too. My family and friends can't relate with me! 😔 Oh no, your sister said that about our handsomeji?!
Originally posted by: cinthiann1758
BD Thank You and Wiwy, I really am not that strong but I do believe in the alleviation of pain in the afterlife. That gives my heart ease. Your poem is just beautiful and I will use it at my mom's service thank you!
katelyn,
i read your note on missing your father. i am sad for all of us who have been through loss. death. was 33 years this 18 january that my father walked out on a friday morning touched by hatred and madness, and never came back home. killed by people he loved and worked with, believed in entirely. for he the individual represented a group that got to be hated in that place at that time. i was 19, my mum 43, bros 17 and 15. had no idea what to even make of this thing called death.many thoughts have gotten processed, life has taken us on its course, a spectacular mother has guarded us from the worst of it. now she is gone these past 6 years, my youngest bro gone the year i turned 50. everything is here yet something is utterly not here. not a day goes by that some stray thought of my dad doesn't pass through my mind. last night i met a french geophysicist who is at present studying major earthquakes in india, including the 1950 quake of assam, where i grew up, where my dad worked as a petroleum geologist, starting out in the digboi oil fields, the first oil fields of india. coincidence of course, but it felt as though my dad was right next to me, clean, innocent, energetic, always with a dream of the future, the new.coming to work, sitting in the cab, was thinking of your dad, cynthia's mum and dad, and suddenly hardened criminal me, felt tears down a cheek. that pain of loss is the same i guess. it is also i suppose a gift of life.and somehow, i don't think it's all over. there seems to be something there... too many of us have felt it for it to be just wishful thinking.take care.
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