Just something that criss crossed by mind

Was watching ‘Step Mom’ the other day. It had a scene where the mother is dying and for Christmas she presents her child with a homemade quilt that traces the child’s growing days by way of photos scanned all over the quilt. It had many tiny memoirs sewn in the quilt, right from a piece of the child’s most favourite dress to the image of first step that she took. It was very touching and a beautiful way to deal with death.

It made me think, had I known could I have dealt with the death in my family differently? There were so many things; so many days of my life that I shared with them. They all were so important in my life… All the little secrets that I shared with them, my growing up days that they witnessed, the immense joy that they bestowed on me, the assurance that they gave me every time while I took a new step, the bedrock trust that they showed in me, soothing my qualms – however small or irrational they might be – How could I ever have wrapped that all in something to show them I care?

I guess it was a good thing that I parted with them so suddenly. I could have never been able to see them in pain, struggling through each day and begging for death while death betrayed them. No! I could have never been able to stand that.

Now atleast I have all the good memories with me, stored securely that no one can tarnish. Bless them for making my life so fulfilling