I often thought this thing would kill me.
Then I found that I survived one day and then a month and now, a year.
Life does go on. I don’t know how, but it does.
Even after everything seems to have come to a grinding halt, the sun rises the next day and the days pass. Then the seasons come and go, as if in a dream.
The anticipation of today had been causing me some angst over the past few weeks but today was a surprisingly pleasant day. At one point it did hit me hard but sitting with my eyes closed for a while took me through that torrent. The time spent with friends and family, far and near was a reminder of the fact that having known him closely, we had all been transformed. He is now an integral part of who we are. He is inseparably embedded in us. All of us have been touched by an angel. Thinking of him brought more smiles to faces than tears. That is who he is – someone who makes people happy. We were able to honour and celebrate that. We recounted some of his peculiar turns of phrase, funny mannerisms and quirks. We thought about how he would have tried to make his best friend burst into laughter when the traditional prayer ceremony was going on and how much he would have enjoyed the food.
He stood for fun, creativity and love.
His light shone through the darkness.
I feel blessed yet again to be his Mum.
“The wound is the place where the Light enters you.” – Rumi