A True Tale Of An Enduring Love
I have been struggling to write this — my way of coping with my loss is only by diverting my thoughts. It is not my loss alone — it is the loss of everyone known to her — family, friends, aquaintances and her staff.
Crying is a way to lighten the heaviness of your heart. Unfortunately, I haven’t been able to cry and my grief, thoughts and feelings are bottled up and I struggle to cope remembering her. Deep hurt can result in a torrent of tears, but not sadness and melancholy.
How long can I ignore those memories? Perhaps, writing about her will help heal…
She was a rock — an iconic rock that just could do anything… You ask, and it would be done! Be it a last minute train ticket in India, a flight booking, an appointment with the doctor, getting those clothes tailored in the shortest possible time, resolving those seemingly impossible issues, all with so much ease and in a cool and calm manner.
But rocks also break…For indeed there are rocks out of which rivers gush, and indeed there are rocks which split asunder so that water flows from them. And indeed there are rocks which fall down for the fear of God.
While she lived for others, she was devoted to her life partner, her husband of 39 years…
