5. 6 Dec 2014
Post# 101 - Hello Ami, It's been a year now
Yesterday Ami turned one in her afterlife. I tried to make a drawing, or do something... in her memory, but alas yesterday was a busy day, and such is life.
We move on, we have to move on, we need to move on. I wore her green florescent (very 80's) earrings for the final exam and her purple socks (which I had not washed because it still smelt of her feet- and oh my god VICKS aaaargh!). (The idea came from a crazy aunt I love - all she said was 'wear bright colours!')
When I gave my exam presentation I included a drawing in it, (a drawing I made about her - few months ago)... my teacher and my colleague stood up in silence when I explained why I included that drawing and what it meant. It was a very respectful feeling. How they didn't say anything but came close to the e board to touch it. It stopped my heart, but I continued my presentation. And it went pretty good!
Then when I went back home, I wanted to do something, make a drawing just anything.
At night I took off her socks and washed them finally. What is gone is gone.
Just when I thought it was going to be very, very lonely in my thoughts, I got a text message, " just want you to know that I love you" , from my youngest sister, Memoona. It made me so happy, she is studying very hard for her exams, but she remembered, she was there every single day after ami passed away - even though she was having her exams - she would leave her house and come and stay nights and at times whole days with me, including her natkhat saheliayn =)
…. and today I got a beautiful message from Ami's last neighbours (angels in disguise), saying that in remembrance of Ami, they made me a dua too and they missed me…In them I found a family in my lonely sad stay in my mother's last house as I only packed my stuff off. Those months I met a handful of friends, to whom I am foerver indebted as they came daily, and they fed and took care of me, one of them flying from another city just to spend the nights, because I got scared at night.
I had thought that 6th of Dec was just another day, every one busy and no time, and already it is a year who cares.
I tried not to care, too -
- not burden other people with the fact that on the 5th Dec, night I was visualising the hospital room, the light entering and then fading, to my final hours with her, while I paced in and out. While I saw the monitors and failing stats and knew that it was time, but not really ready to let go.
How the doctor would periodically send me out, and I would keep coming back in despite his orders, because there was something that night, that told me- stay right here.
And I did. Till I saw pain leave her body and her face relax in a smile and her ashen face regain it's rosiness. She was free...
and yesterday on the 6th, I could only smell her perfume, everywhere next to my bed next to me. I ignored it, but today I woke up to her smell again, it was very sharp. It is a small perfumed candle that I took from her bedstead, I never lit it, but for two days it has been wafting her presence.
I am sorry Ami that I did not want to talk about your passing, and that I was trying to ignore, everything because who do I talk to? Who would understand? What was I supposed to do, life goes on, no one has time for such things.
But today I learnt, that I am strong enough to know and understand that what needs to be done is talk to myself, hear my own self - comfort the small me hiding inside. Ami's lingering scent is a reminder to not ignore issues - because others don't understand, but acknowledge them for yourself because it is important to yourself - not others.
I learnt that we are never truly alone, there is always someone trying to hear you. Even though you are not mumbling to them.
I learnt that just when you think no one cares, you find out it is not really important, as long as you understand that you are fine on your own..and then suddenly you see that a flood of love and caring opens your world =)
So today, a day after your barsi - Ami,
I gathered all my thoughts Good and Bad,
and arranged them in a shelf of my heart.
And I found a strange pattern in the chaos,
and that soothed me,
calmed me.
In the act of washing your socks,
I let go of an intangible essence of life.
When I walk past the hospital you gave birth to me,
I remember that you have been too, birthed in a better place.
In walking under the random jamun trees in Rio...
I remember the wonder and awe in which you recounted that there were Jamun trees in Rio.
Today I walk under the very Jamun trees
under which you walked, when I was within you, and there were stars in the sky...
I miss you Ami, even though we had our up and downs, and you always had two daughters to turn to, but I had only you =)
How can I ever forget you - you are my only Ami =)
May you rest in Peace, and May I join you soon one day and we then we will talk about those random Jamun trees in Rio =)
Here is one boggled, stuck drawing that would not come out, and I couldn't draw and so I gave up =(