"It is a curious thing, the death of a loved one. We all know that our time in this world is limited, and that eventually all of us will end up underneath some sheet, never to wake up. And yet it is always a surprise when it happens to someone we know. It is like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark, and thinking there is one more stair than there is. Your foot falls down, through the air, and there is a sickly moment of dark surprise as you try and readjust the way you thought of things."
The mood is dark and forbidding tonight. A most unfortunate news has permeated and disintegrated my sense of peace and tranquility. Still grappling with this phantasmagoria, a sense of surreal disbelief refusing to leave me. A young, sparkling life snuffed out too early and all of a sudden. The sheer zemblanity of it all!
We weave the fabric of our lives with the illusory threads of permanence and continuity. But when this very fabric is shredded by the viscitude of life , even the strongest find it a trial. We live our lives without realising the transience of our existence, secure in the knowledge that we will live forever, our loved ones will be there with us forever and the lives we build around us will last and stand the test of time. And when we lose a loved one, this perceived coziness is shredded to pieces and a.mammoth effort is required to seize control of our lives from the depths of grief.
Thinking of the one departed, it is hard to imagine the anguish and trauma of her family- losing a daughter, a sister, a wife and most distressingly a mother! The chasm she left behind will never be bridged, but our prayers and blessings in these trying times will help heal their broken spirit in time.
Maya Angelou's words resonate with me somewhere deep inside when I think of death... and I am still not prepared!
