I have been away for months. Time now to face the empty home. Without her. Alone after half a century, with lifetime of memories. The walls, the rooms shall speak loudly of last year, of her battle with the disease and her going. Sadness, anxiety, pain, worry, fear… yes, all these but something more. Something wordless. An emptiness that only time will fill. As only Time can.
Her words I remember – I am lucky, for I have faith.
Am I lucky too? To have such faith? Time alone will tell.
*** A line from Sri Aurobindo’s poem, Savitri, Book VIII, Canto III
Linking this to Write Tribe 100 words on Saturday, 2014-7