WATERMELON CHRONICLES | PARENTS | LOSS
When my mother died I was heartbroken and I still am
(in memory of my parents and all the parents in the world)
When I mentioned the passing of my mother in a previous Medium story (here) I may have come across as casual and insensitive and cold — but I can tell you that when it happened I felt anything but untouched. In fact, I was left behind as a deeply wounded animal. And I still am today.
Pain endured
Life has been such that I was never around when my parents completed their journeys on earth. I missed the last days of my father first, back in 1999, and of my mother 7 years later, and however much I’d like to think that I have gone beyond attachments and craving and I have reached the mindstate of upekkha (equanimity), I can tell you with great honesty that having missed both my parents’ exit from this life has deeply scarred my innermost being and there isn’t a day in my life that I don’t think of it.
My father
I shall never forget the day I last saw my father. I was with Michaela and we dropped by at my parents’ place before going to the airport to catch our flight to Delhi — and of course we knew my father was unwell and after a few words he retreated and…
