My mom has six sisters, all chose different routes in their life. Four days ago my mom's eldest sister slipped into comma, she'd been going through chemotherapy. She passed away this morning.
My mom's sisters are very emotional, including my mom. Anything and everything makes them cry, they are loud, over dramatic, and noisy. Now one of them is gone forever.
She loved her husband a lot, he died seven years ago and she never recovered from that. He made her feel special, cherished her, adored her. He was her best friend, her biggest supporter, and after he died she was never the same. She used to love to dress up for him and giggle, that lady was never seen again.
My mom remembers her saying that, if God were to ask for one of her children in place of her husband she would have given one of her children for the sake of her husband. She really loved her kids, not that she hated them, but she valued her husband even more than the children she gave birth to. They were very happy together and after he died, she resented her existence.
The oldest generation is practically wiped out, my parents generation is considered as the eldest now. I'm part of the second older generation. The cycle keeps going on and one replaces the other. Only one generation remembers the other previous members and then they just become insignificant. Just like we all will.
Like you, I narrate my life. We all do -- I think this ability to narrate life is one thing that makes us Human Beings. We narrate the story of our life in words, in our thoughts, our feelings -- it is a story constructed in who we meet, what we do. We can choose to craft a plot, or a purpose to our life -- we can choose to make it a sad story, a quiet story -- or one of adventure, one of new discovery, one of invention and of everlasting newness, or whatever we want it to turn out as.
ReplyDeleteI believe we have that choice in the act of narration, in mind and in body -- to modify fate, to accept death, and to find redemption. I do it all the time. I think it works, but I have to practice it in deed as well as thought.
And when you feel down, you can always go find someone who feels bad, and let them know you love them, or just be a friend to someone when you feel bad and not explain why -- to get out of shutting down, and isolating and trying to hide from the world. Kindness, like imagination, and patience, is inexhaustible.
ReplyDeleteAnd I'm very sorry to hear the news. Very sorry.
ReplyDeleteThank you. I always love reading whatever you have to say, thanks for that, too.
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