We left Mumbai this afternoon. The plane stopped first in Raipur (never heard of it before) and then flew west to Bhopal. The sky was dark and cloudless. Down below I could see the twinkling lights of houses, villages and towns, unnamed people living their lives, known only to them.
Slowly--or was it suddenly?--the realisation dawned. In minutes I would be arriving in Bhopal. The last time I arrived in Bhopal I had two living children. Now I have none.
And so the tears began to flow, and flow. Simon held me close. I am not afraid of tears like I used to be, neither am I ashamed of them. "Jesus wept"--the shortest verse in the Gospels. And Mary wept...
No, unlike the previous stages of my existence, now I will be honest. My heart is broken. I yearn for my children. The pain of realising that I am still alive while they are gone...Those are reasons to weep.
And so we landed in Bhopal. A city of tears in a world of tears.
I'm quite exhausted so will sign off until later. Tomorrow is another day.
PS. Don't be worried about me. Writing is my therapy, that's how I process. Things should get better.
Slowly--or was it suddenly?--the realisation dawned. In minutes I would be arriving in Bhopal. The last time I arrived in Bhopal I had two living children. Now I have none.
And so the tears began to flow, and flow. Simon held me close. I am not afraid of tears like I used to be, neither am I ashamed of them. "Jesus wept"--the shortest verse in the Gospels. And Mary wept...
No, unlike the previous stages of my existence, now I will be honest. My heart is broken. I yearn for my children. The pain of realising that I am still alive while they are gone...Those are reasons to weep.
And so we landed in Bhopal. A city of tears in a world of tears.
I'm quite exhausted so will sign off until later. Tomorrow is another day.
PS. Don't be worried about me. Writing is my therapy, that's how I process. Things should get better.
Crying - such a normal outpouring of deep sadness.Glad for Simon! LOve you Abs. Hug
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