My mother faced her death with unflagging courage & never sought refuge in illusions. The tragedy was that we ( my father and brother) knew we would never see each other again. I know that we are not going to be reunited again in some fictional heaven. But, the great thing is that when we were together, for nearly twenty seven years, we lived with a vivid appreciation of how brief & precious life is. We never trivialized the meaning of death by pretending it was anything other than a final parting. Every single moment that we were alive & we were together as family was miraculous — not miraculous in the sense of inexplicable or supernatural. We knew we were beneficiaries of chance… That pure chance could be so generous & so kind… That she could give birth to me, so beautifully in Cosmos, you know, in the vastness of space & the immensity of time… That we could be together as family for twenty seven years. That is something which sustains me & it’s much more meaningful… The way she treated and cared for family & the way we treated each other, the way she took care of me & our family, while we lived. That is so much more important than the idea I will see her someday. I know verily that I’ll never see her again. But I saw her. We saw each other. We lived in the cosmos, and that was wonderful. PS: We find people in our life by chance and co-incidence. The very truth is that it is purely human efforts and endeavor to make this benefit of chance into a flowering beautiful relationship. It is sheer freedom of every individual that how they nurture this sapling of relationship for their future. I really mean it that people seldom come in our life for some purpose. Purpose is only retrospective consolation of mind. Purpose is completely human construct. Existence is inherently purposeless. We humans give purpose to this purposeless existence !!!!!
Posted on: Fri, 02 Aug 2013 14:00:48 +0000
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