Love, Lose and Live

You can love, lose and survive.

We feel horrible, and there is a numbing emptiness in us when we lose a loved one, yet we bounce back and fill our selves up again, we all seem to survive it.
Yes, indeed Dr. Phil was right when he said we love, lose and survive but not until October 31st 2005 , till then bad things only happened to others, I never thought I will lose a child or even be able to survive.  Then the unbelievable, the unthinkable happened. The pain caused by the wound has helped me to cherish life and feel the tenderness and freedom of healing.
Life can stop at any moment for anyone, it doesn’t matter how successful or how religious you are, how much good you do for others, how many degrees you have, or how well you have planned for the future, misery strikes anyone. All are vulnerable to death , young or old. That evening I learned Life is instant…will be over any moment. Never take anything for granted or miss an opportunity to live.
I lost my six year old and the world has stopped for me, I am hurting, I looked around expecting everyone to stop for me. But no one has stopped, from sunrise to sunset the world kept turning on. I wanted to stand still , staring at the blankness , at the wilderness but it’s a jungle out there, with life moving on with greater speed., no one cared how bad you’re hurt . It taught another important lesson Life moves on , life goes on whether we want it or not. Your job, family, no one can stop to give you a hand or enough time to grieve, better bounce back and learn to move on.
One more important lesson I learned is cope mechanism is unique, there is no right or wrong way of grieving. Within the family, each one has a different way of coping. One might go to a silent mode like my husband , and on the other hand I was talking too much and feeling guilty about it. He didn’t want to eat while I wallowed in coffee and chocolates. One may find people and company helpful, other one may need solitude. Don’t try to be someone else, do it your own way. It all depends on one’s perspective, so don’t tell someone to do it your way but help them cope in their own way and help them understand it’s okay and it’s normal.
Today I want to tell you, be thankful for the bad things that happened in life, they will help you to appreciate and enjoy life more and also open your eyes to see good things that were unnoticed before.
We never get over it but learn to get through it and be an healing presence in someone’s life.

 

 

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അവൾ കൊന്നു…….. അരിശം തീർത്തു

ഒന്നുകിൽ വെള്ളത്തിൽ മുങ്ങി ചാകും അല്ലേൽ,തെന്നി മൂക്കിടിച്ചു താഴെ വീണു ചാകും, അവൾ മുറുമുറുത്തു……

കുളിർമയുള്ള കൊച്ചു വെളുപ്പാൻ കാലം…. പുറത്തു കോരിച്ചൊരിയുന്ന മഴ, ….
കുറേകൂടി കിടന്നു ഉറങ്ങാമായിരുന്നു….

ഉത്തരവാദിത്തം…

കടപ്പാട്

സ്നേഹം

ഇതെല്ലം കൂടി ഒന്നിച്ചു വിളിച്ചപ്പോൾ അവൾ അവളുടെ സുഖം മറന്നു എണ്ണിറ്റു…
കഞ്ഞിയും കറിയും വെക്കണം, പലഹാരം ഉണ്ടാക്കണം, എല്ലാരേം വിളിച്ചുണർത്തണം. മണി ഏട്ടാകുമ്പോയേക്കും ജോലിസ്ഥലത്തു എത്തുകയും വേണം.

അപ്പോഴല്ലേ… അടുക്കളയിൽ കുട പിടിച്ചു നിൽക്കേണ്ട ഗതികേട്
അകത്തും പുറത്തും ഒരുപോലെ മഴ.

മേൽക്കൂര ഒന്ന് നക്കാൻ ആളെവിളിക്കാൻ തുടങ്ങിട്ടു മാസം ഒന്നുമായി….

ഹും
ദേശശ്യം മൂത്തു നിൽക്കുപോയ… അവന്റെ വരവ്

ആകാശ വിളക്കിൽ തിളങ്ങുന്ന കടുംചുവപ്പും കറുപ്പും കലർന്ന നിറം
ഒരു കൂസലും ഇല്ലാതെ കൊമ്പും കുലുക്കി വരുവല്ലേ,….

അവൾ അരിശം മുഴുവൻ തീർത്തു. …. കൊടുത്തു തലയ്ക്കു ഒരടി… വീണു അവൻ തായേ…. ചത്തു… എന്നിട്ടും ചെരിപ്പിട്ടു ഒന്നുകൂടി ചവട്ടി….. തീർത്തു അവൾ ആ അരിശം മുഴുവൻ…..

ഹും… ഇനി എനിക്കുതന്നെ പണി.
ചൂലെടുത്തു തൂത്തു കൊണ്ടു അവൾ പണി തുടർന്നു….
Susan George.

Gone To A Peaceful Land

After mom has gone,
With the angels who came for her,
You were sad, we knew,
You refused to admit, though

You tried to cope in different ways,
But life has become hard for you,
We took it as your stubborn ways,
And to your own ways we left you.

You were tired we knew,
We could see it on your face.
God sent His angels for he knew
You need no sorrow, but peace.

Blissfully Lost…..

This morning I went to the beach, it wasn’t a detour, was well prepared. Had a book and ice coffee.

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Drove up there and found a shady spot, under a tree to park my car, rolled down the window and leaned the seat to a position where I am comfortable and at the same time I can see the majestic mountain of fluffy white in the horizon and the different shades of the  blue/aquamarine.

Cool breeze blew, gently caressing my cheek and playing with my hair as I sat there engrossed in my book.

My heart began to overflow and then I glanced the watch, ha, it is 11 o’clock….two and a half hours just flew. Blissful and content I drove home.

Why I Would Never Force my Kids to go to Church

TruthNotes

My parents forced me to eat three times a day growing up.  No joke.  Three times.  Every.  Single.  Day.  And it wasn’t always stuff I liked, either.  Matter of fact, I complained a lot about what my mom made.  “Ewww, gross!  Sauteed zucchini?  Seriously?  Mom, you know we hate this stuff!”  So as I approached adulthood I made an important decision.  Since my parents forced me to eat while I was growing up, I decided I was done with meals.  Oh, here and there I’ll eat out of obligation.  I mean, family traditions like Thanksgiving and Christmas, yeah, I’m there.  But daily eating?  No way.  I’m done.

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