She came to visit on a peaceful saturday evening. Meandering conversations about everyday things, morphed into events of childhood and upbringing.
The traumas and dramas, the love and conflicts. Families and their decisions made out of love, that is truly misunderstood by the young minds they were meant to shield.
Then came reflections on this life changing sorrow. There are moments caught between heart-beats, that goes the way of time. There is no changing it. There is no revisiting it And its one true quality is that it is everlasting.
This was one of those moments. After the revelation it just hung in the air.
a mother’s grief – in remembrance through decades, she kept the last T-shirt he wore, bullet hole intact
For dVerse Poets Pub where Kim is hosting and the phrase to be incorporated in the response is ” There are moments caught between heart-beats”
It has been a strange eight days mired in joy, anxiety, stress and sadness.
Two home-goings, one way before his time. An ambitious young man, twenty two years old, on a new journey to law school. Now, a journey diverted, a soul called home. Leaving a mother grief stricken and numb.
The other, of her time. She had lived some life.
In between these, was a wedding in a most peaceful setting in the mountains. This odd mix of joy and sorrow came in threes.