Dear young lad,
It was the first and last day that we meant. I remember you
very well and always will. You were chatty and did not look ill but the cancer
was feeding on you. I remember how you
talked about the school and friends. You did not shy away when I started the
conversation.
The doc was going to operate on you and everything would
have been alright. But it did not. There was no ‘next day’ for you. Life is
unpredictable and unfair.
Your last breathe! The memory is still crystal clear: one
deep inhale and you were gone. I remember your mother sitting on stairs alone.
It wasn’t her but I in front of you during the last breathe. How strange is life! How I had thought in those few seconds to pull you back and not let you go.
No medical equipment was able to review you. When you were
taken in ICU I saw your parents. She wasn’t crying. She was calm on outside but
I could feel her, losing her child.
Rest in peace.
Yours,
The one who will keep you alive in memory
It's such an empowering post that can heal the wounds. It touched the heart. I have felt the energy of someone close to me visiting the month he passed away, Poonam. Love your blog.
ReplyDeleteThis letter writing challenge is setting the words free trapped inside me.
ReplyDeleteThank you for loving what I write and I hope it continues because some of the letters further can be quite harsh and rash :D
P.S. do send me the link of your blog. I didn't find any in your Google+ profile.
This post left me speechless for a while. Probably there is always someone in similar phase as some continue to breath. Fair or unfair it is the rule of the game we are in! "LIVING"
ReplyDelete@DarkDepth: That's true.
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