I love Sundays When we were kids, Sundays were for attending mass and then coming home to special meals cooked by mom. In boarding school, Sundays were for visits from mom with chapatis, chips, cake!! Every single Sunday! She never missed a single Sunday In University, Sundays were for calling mom. I never missed a…
Tag: #imissyoumom
The thinnest veil
I read somewhere- I don’t remember where now- that the loved ones gone before us are separated from us by the thinnest of veils. It might have been thinnest paper. I don’t remember. The other morning though. Just before dawn. I was lying in bed, my mind not fully awake. In that semi lucid, semi…
See their Grief
The other day I wrote of how the wind rattling my window blinds and the rays of dawn reminded me of early morning phone calls from my mom. And how I missed those calls so much and how I so missed her. But really many, many moments on any random day do that. Any grieving…
Grief, 2 years later (Part 1)
Today the 21st of May was my mom’s last full earthly day. She died in the very early hours of May 22, 2018 of heart failure. Her death was sudden and unexpected. It has been one of the most traumatic experiences of my life. Tomorrow, we’ll have a small memorial for mom. In these time…
Old Habits Die Hard
I still reach my phone to call mom especially on my morning commute. Yesterday morning, it had gotten so cold and a thought just jumped to my mind to call and chat with her and tell her how unbelievably cold it had become. Because it’s an international number, I would have to dial an access…
First snow and reminiscing
The first snow of the season started this afternoon. Starting kind of slow with tiny little spits. My drive to work earlier in the morning had been okay. Although I must admit I was disappointed when I woke up and found that no snow had fallen in the night, I was ready to have a…
After a loss, even little things change
When a loved one dies, everything changes. Everything. I love saving pins, I save memes, quotes, art, clothing etc etc. The first pin I saved after mom died was how much I miss her phone calls. The day before, I was nonchalantly going on with my life, saving miscellaneous pins oblivious to how drastically life…
Dear mom, life is weird now.
Dear mom, it’s funny how your death has touched just about every aspect of my life. Nothing seems the same anymore, nothing seems normal. Things I thought were important, excuses I made, decisions I made, people I thought were friends, stupid memes I thought were so damn profound, silly useless advice I gave and received….
Mom, what’s heaven like?
In that fog of morning sleep, I woke up thinking. Let me call mom, see what she’s up to today…Then I said to myself, mom’s not here, she’s in heaven. It’s been 8.5 months. 9 months next week. I miss you mom. Wish I could you call and ask you what’s heaven’s like and what…
Authensible Musings: Piercing the mundane of everyday life 