12:12 PM

Baba, Annie Misses you

I go on facebook everyday and I end up doing the same thing. Reading all the condolences that were written to me, on baba's death. One month after, they are still trickling in. Some wrote to show they cared, even if they didnt understand. Some wrote cause they had gone through the same. Some wrote cause calling was harder.

I know what to say when someone is in a similar situation. Yes, it doesnt come easily but I can still somehow drag my feet through it. But I dont know what to say back, when I am at the receiving end. "Thanks" would be awkward. "God's will, what can I say or do" would be truely reflective of the situation but not of how I feel. I'm not quite there yet. I'm still trying to understand how it happened.

I was in the 4th grade, when I had a dream that he had died. Its amazing how clearly I remember it. I remember that his face at that time didnt carry a beard and his hair were darker. So I'm glad that this time I saw an older face. A face which had seen and experienced so much more than what it had at that time. But why do I feel like there was more for it. I used to celebrate the fact that my kids would have an awesome grand father, having not liked mine all my life. How will they learn that grace and that dignity. Who will teach them to hold their head up high no matter what. I can't. I have walked some roads with my head hanging low. Grace is not me more than it is me. Dignity I have tried to hold on to tight but my grip has been loose on it on a few occasions. but Baba. Never.

That time that I had that dream, I woke up and I was relieved that it was just a dream and up I was to school. I had the same dream another time and when I woke up I didn't really remember anything about it other than the fact that I had seen him dying. Even though I was in Thailand on my honeymoon, there was no relief to follow. By the time it was evening I was sitting in my hotel room, crying out loud, freaking my newly acquired husband to no end.

But I knew it. That it was gonna happen. I'm not superstitious or psychic but that feeling I just couldnt shake off. So in a way there is some consolation that I got to cuddle up with him more than I would have otherwise. I told him how much I loved him, a million times after I got back and before he expired. I got to see him smile and nod at me and do all the little baba-things he used to do, in that special way that made me feel so loved and taken care of for 26 years of my life. So I guess, I should find my peace sometime soon. Also if nothing else works I can find solace in knowing that I was a special one, cause I shared my birthday with him.

But whatever happens, needless to say there are still tears which are gonna be shed, sad laughs, laughed like the way us siblings do when we are reminiscing about him and loads of birthday candles blown wishing he was there.

10 comments:

Xeb said...

I read this three times, and almost commented all three. Just wanted to let you know if you ever need a hug, you know where to find me.

Divaa Divine said...

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Annie said...

Xeb - :)

DD- hilarious.

Minerva said...

Oh my God. I didn't know.

I'm so so so sorry... this is just heartbreaking.

I hope you get the strength to bear this loss.

Keep writing. xooxoxox.

I said...

*hugs* May god give you strength. Peace.

Annie said...

M & i - Thanks a lot for the support :)

basim said...

i'm so sorry ann...-well i dont even know your name- but still, like you said, your dreams made you realise some things, and i hope you can remember him and well, keep remembering the good stuff... admittedly, sharing the same birthday would help too :)
i wish you and your folks all the strength in the world!

Ali said...

Annie, I just discovered(thanks to you) this blog today, and this is the first article I read, needless to say, I am moved beyond imagination. I cannot even begin to imagine how you must have felt when you heard the awful news...being so far away, feeling so helpless. But you are one brave person, to be able to write such a beaitful piece...you have so much courage, he would be proud of you.

Falaxy said...

So sorry for your loss...
I had the same dream about someone when i was a kid, and i never forgot it, she did pass away in the year 2000...
God works in mysterious ways, be strong!

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