Beautiful September usually fuses me and my sons with a plethora of thoughts and memories. It was on 3rd of September 2004, long 18 years back my husband had left me and my two little boys to face this world alone.
family life is so much taken for granted in early years of living that it’s not easy to perceive what this loss means.But fortunately for us life moved on. We struggled, we fought odds and rose above our insecurities and learnt to survive.
The heavens showered us with perseverance and health. We were patient to wait for the sunshine. The belief that there will be light one-day kept us sailing.
We never compared ourselves with any one else. The trust that hard work holds fortune and happiness was our hope. Today we are far better than what we were. It’s at times a little hard to soak in that we live across the globe but technology binds us tight. I sometimes wonder would I have shared my day to day thoughts and happening any more with my children than what we do today. Above all this if travel formalities gets easier there is no remorse.
We all have accepted every bit of our lives happily.
One soul touching expression by my younger son filled up by heart with content today. It was our regular morning conversation and my Jeet said ” Ma how are you?” I replied it’s September again. He responded, “I know Ma but don’t lament.”
“Look at me and Dada, aren’t we fortunate”.
I once again understood that yes, every life is a story but facing it is another reality. We held hands and kept floating and today we stand on a safer land and cherish the past. We are grateful for everything that happened and pray we can carry on as long as destined.
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