A Hundred Days of Feminist Joys
very moving...theres not much that i can say now...
This is heartbreaking, Unmana. I'm glad you wrote about it, (and so beautifully, may I add).Just yesterday a friend called up and was so upset that so-called friends living in the same city don't go to attend funerals of their own batchmates, or condole with their families. It isn't easy to do, but it is necessary to acknowledge the passing of a dear one. It's three and a half years since my brother passed away- it took ages to feel more or less normal, and the vacuum still remains. The saddest thing of all is that my parents have had to deal with the loss of their only son.
Gitima: Thank you.Dipali: I wanted to write about it for a long time now, but it was too fresh in my mind. And now, I wanted to write before I forget - heartbreaking as it was, the experience helped make me what I am. I hadn't imagined at the time, that I would ever feel whole and happy again.I'm sorry for your loss. Losing a parent, though tragic, is natural - losing a child seems so unfair. May I offer a hug?
Hugs Unmana. That's all I can manage to say for now.
Thanks, Unmana, and hugs to you too.Such a loss somehow marks one in a way that is unimaginable to those fortunates still unmarked by loss.
A related blog post that I thought I'd share with you-http://mitalisaran.blogspot.com/2009/05/seven-year-itch.html
ok...you have made me cry again..thank you for such a lovely post!Saima
I can't begin to tell you how much I'm identifying with this.((HUGS))
Oh my god it was touching. I cried reading this. Thanks for sharing the grief Unmana. I hope this made you feel a little better.Hugs to you!
Thanks for all the hugs and support. I had been wary of writing this because it seemed way too personal. But it seemed right to record it in some way, and I hoped it might help others who have been through something similar.
Dipali: Thanks for the link. I've already read that post, but someone else here might also like it.
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It just helps to write about it, but the hole in your heart will always be there
Hugs Unmana. It brought tears to my eyes. Each and every word rings true for me too - even though the exact circumstances might be a little different.
This is heartrending unmana. I cant even tell you how much I felt these were my own feelings!My father passed away after a prolonged illness when I was in class 7 and I am the only child of my parents and at that age, I did not even have a full grasp of the permanence of death. The reality hit hard only months later . All I made sure I did was keep my mother away from the prying questions of the relatives as to how much assets he had left behind and such insensitive stuff!HUGS!!
Could hardly bear to read these words soaked and saturated with sadness...Love, Hugs and Prayersardra
Hugs UnmanaIts been 4 years since I lost my dad and there is probably not a single day I dont think about him, not a single time when we sisters dont talk about him when we meet. Its truly heartbreaking. He has just become that constant presence in spirit in our lives.
Thank you all for the hugs and support. Cee Kay: Your post finally urged me to write what I'd been putting off for so long. Prashanti, Sunita: I'm sorry about your loss. Life does go on, but it is a terrifying thing to recover from... the death of someone close to you.
Yes ... that is totally my life! I was in school when my father died, and I have tried to help my mom ever since: Help her make decisions that my father and her would have made, gave her a place to live so that she wouldn't be homeless, and lived alone, it seems, for so long everyone thinking we're crazy. Maybe we are, but maybe everyone around us is completely inexperienced with the darker side of life.Kim CarolanPresident, Carolan Creative Enterprises, LLChttp://walkingthroughthevalleyoftheshadow.blogspot.comwww.strategicbookpublishing.com/walkingthroughthevalleyoftheshadowofdeath.html
That was so beautifully and eloquently written.
Unmana, This is beautiful. I am a 16 year old feminist (girl), and I just stumbled upon your site through google. I came across this poem, and was in awe. I lost my father 5 days after my 9th birthday to a hit and run, he was walking to his bus stop on his way to work, and I vehicle ran a red light, killed him, and didn't even slow down. It makes me sick to think about, and thinking about all the poems, articles, essays, books, storries that people have tried to comfort me with. This is one that has actually move me in an incredible way. Thank you for listening to my thoughts, keep up the beautiful writings.-Alexandra.
Alexandra: Thank you. I'm sorry for what you had to go through. And I'm glad my words help a little. Do keep visiting.
wow anmana this is is really beautifulu know what i really feel the same thing.my father died a week before my birthday. i dont really know if my birthday is goanna be a celebration anymore. and everytime i try to fill up an exam form it always make me sad that they ask for your fathers name and wheather to put late before his name.when people ask about my father i dont know if i should tell them and make them feel sorry.
Kim: I'm sorry. I promise you, the pain lessens with time. "When people ask about my father i dont know if i should tell them and make them feel sorry." I know, I used to feel that way too. I am still not sure what the right way is, to say it.
seems like you wrote my mind... i lost my father when i was in college...far away from the grief my family was going thru and unknown to evrything...i cdnt be wid him during his last hours,cdnt gv my hands to comfort him....maybe i never saw him leaving me so far..that till today i dont belive he is not around...its still like a bad dream..which will be over.smday smway..i cdnt cry...and still put up strong face infront of my family...but i cried so much alone which nevr seems to suffice my grief...i miss u Dad..i hope your there with me..in this hardest hours of mine..
push: You know, at first I didn't cry because I wanted to be strong... I wouldn't change anything, but I realised that not crying, not pouring out my grief made me keep it in longer, made it more difficult...All the best to you. I am sure you will get through this, that things will improve.
I lost my father somewhere recently...I couldnt read all of your poem because I dont beleive it happened and I cant relate this poem to my father...I JUST WANT MY DAD BACK...Iam waiting for him till I die.But it was both touching and scary to me(very sorry if offended)
rohini: I'm so sorry. You sound very young: please do talk to someone about how you're feeling. An older relative or friend? I hope you're fine.
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