She has helped me say what i want to say to my Amma
LIFE, believe, is not a dream
So dark as sages say;
Oft a little morning rain
Foretells a pleasant day.
Sometimes there are clouds of gloom,
But these are transient all;
If the shower will make the roses bloom,
O why lament its fall?
Life’s sunny hours flit by,
Enjoy them as they fly!
What though Death at times steps in,
And calls our Best away?
What though sorrow seems to win,
O’er hope, a heavy sway?
Yet Hope again elastic springs,
Unconquered, though she fell;
Still buoyant are her golden wings,
Still strong to bear us well.
The day of trial bear,
For gloriously, victoriously,
Can courage quell despair!
I looked for words within me but could find none, so searching the net, I chanced upon some immortal words by Charlotte Bronte.
Death has visited our home to guide my parent to another paradigm.
Life is till alive for all of us to celebrate the way she lived rather than mourn the way she died.
I let her lean on me and stroked her grey hair. Courage and strength was her forte, but she needed me to be all that, then and there.
She taught me everything while I was busy trying not to learn. She showed me ways that I may or may not have remembered. Yet she stood by me holding my hand and telling me not to be scared, for her time had come while I watched and watching her go was harder than I could bear.
Amma, you lived a majestic life and chose to die majestically too...
You live in me as long as I live and in thoughts that I share with my children as well...