Listen for my footfall in your heart.
I am not gone but merely walk within you.”
How does one get the courage to get up in the morning?To breathe without painstaking effort? How does one get rid of the heavy ache in one’s heart? How does one not get bitter? These months have brought heartache. Nothing but heartache.
Two loved ones gone from our life forever.
A lady who was strong and compassionate.A gentle soul..loved by all who knew her. And a bubbly ,chirpy girl even at the age of 56. The trio of sisters would sit in a corner and gossip like mad. She has left a void, a huge one….one that we are still coping with.
We were still trying to take wobbly steps when our lil baby left us too. Just like that.
Some day I will write tomes about her. Nothing less than that would do her justice. But for now only this. A lifetime of memories lived and shared in 11 years.
16 Nov 1999 – 11 Aug 2010
“Not the least hard thing to bear when
they go from us, these quiet friends,
is that they carry away with them so
many years of our lives.
Grieve not, nor speak of me with tears, but laugh
And talk of me as if I were beside you. I loved
You so—‘twas heaven here with you.
What we have once enjoyed
we can never lose;
All that we love deeply,
becomes a part of us.
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the starshine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing,
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there. I do not die.
Celebrate their life. We are learning how to.
For, ‘they’ wouldn’t have it any other way. To think of them and not smile? No. Not at all. For, that would be regret. And how can I regret the lil bundle of joy I came home with almost eleven years ago ? She slept for the last time in my arms too.
Ash. Because of her beautiful ash grey eyes when she was a pup.Slowly they turned into melting brown ones. Years in exchange for years. Memories in exchange for memories. Love…. boundless love for us..her family..her mom, dad , both her bhaiyyas and her didi.
The imp is probably up there somewhere chasing rabbits and sniffing trees. And probably wagging her tail like crazy and getting ready to jump madly on some unsuspecting stranger.
But she has a huge responsibility. The most important one. You see,she has a lil girl to take care of. And a strong ,loving woman to give company to.The trio is happy.I am sure of it.
16 Nov 1999 – 11 Aug 2010
Mad chaser of lizards, bees,birds and balls (and anything that moved)
listener par excellence (unless there was egg for dinner), touch therapist, chronic worrier(about whether the lizard would finally come down the wall), mom’s favorite child…the one she called ‘nanhi’ ,elder bhaiyya’s jaan and his guinea pig(translated as -a lil soldier to be trained) ,younger bhaiyya’s playmate…didi’s constant companion,the one who could get dad to scold us, topped her class in mischief making, flunked all obedience tests, suffered from selective hearing( when she ‘felt’ like it) , giver of delightful sloppy kisses, dreamer who chased rabbits, barked as simply a courtesy, once a week was enough she thought, looked at barking as a nuisance, sniffer of all things weird, blessed with unending curiosity, hater of baths, lover of massages, devious lil planner,blessed with the biggest heart ever, plotter of mischief, eyes that sparkled with glee whenever she tripped her lil bro,a tail that swiped things right off the table when she wagged it in joy, the crazy soul who tried to climb onto our laps under the mistaken impression that she was still a pup at 10, eyes that saw into your soul,baby of the house, stealer of our hearts..