No words really - anything goes. Grief is just there. In the smile, laughter and the fleeting tears which are removed even before they threaten to fall.
So moving--and I am so with you. In our western culture grief is little spoken--and we are told not to let it show--too often. And yet, the pain goes on and on, as you express so well. Go here when you have time: https://www.maryltabor.com/2019/07/benjamin-hammerschlag-in-my-heart.html ~Love, Mary
This is so beautiful Reena, thank you for sharing. I lost my Dad this year, and couldn't be there with him in his final moments. I'll have to live with that. He was my biggest cheerleader, and I feel finally like I need to grow up.
I definitely can relate to the loss and slow primal unraveling of my childhood home and country and how Life makes you move on even if you want to stand still.
“But life is deaf to our claims, playing its own music, demanding we dance its bidding.”
This has been the hardest part, I think, of losing my father-in-law. Life, as you say above, marches inexorably on, and it (and the other people involved in it) don’t have much of an attention span for others’ grief.
Thank you for sharing this, if only for the commiseration. ❤️
Very touching. Can relate to the picking of ashes. In Sikhs we call it “फूल चुकना”। That is when it hit me that my father had moved on. From dust to dust, ashes to ashes.
No words really - anything goes. Grief is just there. In the smile, laughter and the fleeting tears which are removed even before they threaten to fall.
So moving--and I am so with you. In our western culture grief is little spoken--and we are told not to let it show--too often. And yet, the pain goes on and on, as you express so well. Go here when you have time: https://www.maryltabor.com/2019/07/benjamin-hammerschlag-in-my-heart.html ~Love, Mary
Beautiful.So soul stirring.U have a gift of the written word.Brought back fond memories of my mom too.
This is so beautiful Reena, thank you for sharing. I lost my Dad this year, and couldn't be there with him in his final moments. I'll have to live with that. He was my biggest cheerleader, and I feel finally like I need to grow up.
I definitely can relate to the loss and slow primal unraveling of my childhood home and country and how Life makes you move on even if you want to stand still.
Very Nice Reena. This is always irreparable, no matter how we prepare. Such is life, very beautifully expressed.
“But life is deaf to our claims, playing its own music, demanding we dance its bidding.”
This has been the hardest part, I think, of losing my father-in-law. Life, as you say above, marches inexorably on, and it (and the other people involved in it) don’t have much of an attention span for others’ grief.
Thank you for sharing this, if only for the commiseration. ❤️
Thank you so much - Listening to your reading really opened my heart, beautiful poem.
Very touching. Can relate to the picking of ashes. In Sikhs we call it “फूल चुकना”। That is when it hit me that my father had moved on. From dust to dust, ashes to ashes.
"Stilled in death with instructions..." O, wow, that gave me the shivers.