Loved And Lost : Dedicated To The Grieving
BY R.K.MISRA
“Grief is a lonely and confusing
experience, even in less troubled times. But in the current season, death has
been turned inside out; the bodies are crowding together at makeshift morgues, and
the bereaved are left isolated in a tomb of loss”, says Belinda Luscombe
writing on ‘Grief During Caronavirus’ in the April 27, 2020 issue of Time
magazine aptly titled , Finding Hope.
Belinda recreates the pathos of a New Jersey
home in America where a son is unable to hug his infected mother on the virus -
induced death of his father. ”Corona has
taken away thousands of years of traditions for dealing with death- the hug and
the touch”, Belinda quotes the bereaved son as saying.
I am in the same New Jersey, locked down
with a loving daughter and our dotting family. A journalist from Ahmedabad in
India, I watch from the secure comfort of a secluded home as morbidity clouds
the air . More than death, it is fear of death that rules life. A sneeze scares
and touch is taboo From a distance, I
too have watched a dear one corrode to an untimely end and be denied the
respect of collective grieving. Countless have borne the brunt. More are in a
queue, waiting.
Life is benevolent when it gives but brutal when it takes.
On the shifting sands of time, the
footprints of man are but a passing phase. They last for just so long and no
more before the cyclical order of nature sets in motion its own perpetuity. The
frosty cold of winter must yield to the warmth of summer and the chirp must perforce return to
the chill. Love suffuses into joy as the new born wails his arrival and gives
way to tears when the same kindred spirit sails after an eventful journey.
As is often said, grief never ends.. but it changes. It’s a passage,
not a place .Grief is not a sign of weakness nor a lack of faith. It is the
price we pay for love. Where there is deep grief there was great love.
Even when living them, moments acquire a machine like momentum of their own,
adding into minutes, hours ,years, decades until suddenly the clock stops and
man becomes a memory.
When ‘is’ becomes ’was’ does one look back to feel the enormity of the
change. The ever present sights and sounds have slipped away from before the
eyes to the mind and physical form is now mere mental images. No wonder there
are these finite divisions of past ,present and future though the crowning
irony is that there is no future, only a present which melts into yesterdays
leaving all that is unknown to be bunched together to give hope in a name. The
future.
The human of the species-both man and
woman- live to die and die to live.
Brought together by fear, fervor or pure happenstance. Two people with a genetic baggage of
suffused legacies that can be traced back to the evolution of the race come
together to forge a family of their own. They themselves are the sieved results
of endless combinations and permutations but sail forth to create a personal
bubble . And thus is formed a world of living beings, laughing, crying and
merrily multiplying. Of brittle bonds that seek permanence in a transient world
and elastic ambitions that want to scale a wall of flowing water in paper
boats.
A mind may be constricted by the
palpitations of the heart to function within a flesh and blood frame but its
flight is limitless, as it cruises between the terrestrial and the celestial with equal ease while shut in cramped
quarters. And this is where all journeys begin.
The voyage into the unknown starts when
spawning loins seed and the warmth of a womb nourishes life through feelings to
form. It is a hand and it’s hold that
defines every phase. The soft reassuring touch to helpless infancy gives way to the
supportive finger stretched to a dependent child, in turn yielding to the
assisting arm of blooming teenage and therefrom the firm clasp of an equal being who now ventures forth in search of his
own buttered bread.
Philosophers and fabians alike have
long held that there is no pot of gold
at the end of the rainbow, the fun of life lies in the journey. And as all
journeys begin with a single step, it is our dreams which propel each one of us
in our travels. These figments of our imagination grow along with us, acquiring concrete shape
and ultimately define our lives.
This kernel or core is part inherited,
part forged. When two people come together to raise a family, they bring to
their new entity the best ‘practices’ of their respective upbringings, these
are then merged together through an evolutionary process to form a new core and
then imbibed into their own family ethos.
Every journey is a store house of
personal memories, a vault of vignettes amassed over a lifetime, of distilled
values, of bonds made or marred, of moments cherished or charred .-a monolith
under constant sculpting like a rock in a fast flowing river evolving new forms,
even breakaway sculptures of its own…..
Thus it is that for every sun heading to
its zenith, there is a corresponding shadow lengthening on the lawns of life.
If zenith has a nadir, tides flow and ebb , the moon waxes and wanes so should
the vainglorious walk of ageing shoulders turn wobbly for handholding roles to
reverse….. as life withers on the road
to final redemption.
But no one ever dies…they live on…in those they sired. And not just
amongst the gene-bound, blood- linked replicas , but also in bits and pieces of themselves passed
onto peers and proteges, dears and darlings…a myriad monuments strewn across a
lifetime…
Ellen Brenneman sums it best;
Don’t think of him as gone away-his
journey has just begun,
Life holds many facets, the earth is
only one.
Just think of him as resting, from the
sorrows and the tears,
In a place of warmth and comfort, where
there are no days or years.
Think how he must be wishing, that we
could know today
How nothing but our sadness, can really
pass away.
And think of him as living, in the
hearts of those he touched.
For nothing loved is ever lost. and he
was loved so much.
Let's make the most of the family bonding till the lockdown lasts. Be safe.
ReplyDeleteNature and its laws are supreme. These are meant for human learnings only. Certainly never to be challenged.
ReplyDeleteLove and respect for all living and non living is what COVID has messaged so far.
Every once in a while a deeply thoughtful piece of writing ,brings a lump to your throat and renders you speechless. Speechless not for having run out of words,but because any word uttered at moments like these simply shatters the well crafted mirror of life. Silence is better than clumsy use of words.....
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