My periyappa passed today. On his Birthday. At a temple. My mom's older sister's husband. I am grief stricken. So far away. Can't do anything except think about my childhood and the warm memories that flood the cold reality. I cannot be there to mourn through the ceremonies. Cannot share my grief with anyone around, because those memories are only close to me.
Like everything else, this grief too shall pass. And we will continue live. I have spent an essential part of my childhood at my periyappa's house. He is not a man of many words. His caring affection and love can only be experienced. I experienced his affection in more ways than one. I wish my kids got to know him better.
Now all we got is a few pictures of him with me and my kids. I cannot think beyond today. Today will pass too.
Like everything else, this grief too shall pass. And we will continue live. I have spent an essential part of my childhood at my periyappa's house. He is not a man of many words. His caring affection and love can only be experienced. I experienced his affection in more ways than one. I wish my kids got to know him better.
Now all we got is a few pictures of him with me and my kids. I cannot think beyond today. Today will pass too.
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