Thoughts...

Dear Rishi,
Am so lost. I know I have things to do. I know I should channel this pain and give it meaning. So that you being with us is not forgotten. That it all should have meaning.

But, I just can't seem to get started. Will I never change?

I saw a movie, it wasn't even good and yet the lines in it brought back memories of those moments that I try to bury deep deep inside. I don't want to remember them at all.

How I miss you. It aches.

I love you.

Mama.

A Good Day

Dear Rishi,
I keep reading more and more articles of how the soul works. Do children who've left early due to an accident or issues come back to their parents? Some people say yes, some say no.

Sometimes I believe you are coming back to me, to give me a second change at being a better Mom. Sometimes I feel that you were with us and went away so suddenly to teach me how to be better.

I know I had lots of faults but I find it hard to grapple with the fact that why still me. There are parents who were worse. Why me?

Oh well. I will await your coming back to me. Whenever that happens.

I miss you every day.

Love,
Mama

Hollow and Empty

Dear Rishi,
It's a hard day today. I just feel like I can't breathe. I don't know what to do. I can't seem to move. Just come to me.

Sona moni, please come back to me. It was my job to make your life better. But, now I need you. Make me feel better.

Love,
Mama

Weekend

Dear Rishi,
It's so hard to not be around you. Today, images of you at the hospital bed and the last moments of when we let you go kept coming up in my mind. It's not that I don't want to remember those moments, they will always be a reminder to me to not have taken you and not to take anything for granted.

I want to remember you as the giggling child when Mama tickled you.

How I miss you. It's still so surreal. How do other parents do it. Part of reading parents who have survived ten, twenty, thirty years gives me some strength. Yet, at the same time it makes me so sad and anguished that it will take me that long to find out what happens to life after death.

Some say, you will come back. Your grandmother believes that when life has such an unexpected tragic accident, the soul comes back to that family. In a way I want to believe that. I want you to come back to me.

Please come back to me.

I love you so much.

Love,
Mama

It's Friday.

Dear Rishi,
It's Friday. You would have come back home from day care and you, me and Daddy would have gone out bar hopping. :)

Yes, you were too young to bar hop but you know how Daddy and Mommy loved you. We were giving you all the experience early enough. :)

Licking the rim of Daddy's beer. Getting ogled by everyone. Cuz you were just so darn cute! Now, when we are in restaurants and waitress go gaga over another baby, I miss you so much.

You were my most perfect child. I am sorry I failed you.

I love you so much.

Love,
Mama

To Remember? To Forget?

To remember is to relive the sadness.
To forget is to feel the guilt that you're letting go.

What does one do? Just so torn between the two.

The Lamp

Dear Rishi,
Remember the floor lamp that you loved to pull? Remember that time when you pulled it non-stop and me and Daddy tried saying no and yet you continued to do so. We tried to give you time-outs. We pulled you away not just once but three times. You would cry every time and as soon as we let you go, you ran back to the lamp to pull it again. You would smile at us and pull on the lamp again having already forgotten that you were bawling just a few mins ago.

It was so frustrating and yet so funny to see you, an innocent child just playing. Not knowing what is going on

And that's just what you were doing. Playing. When you went away from us. Forever.

I miss you Shona Moni. I miss you.

Love,
Mama