73
Today my mother turned 73 and she looks great. Not many get to live that long and still be living a full life. Her life may not always have been easy, but it is fruitful, eventful and long. Not like Trisha's.
I was at her wake yesterday, and to see all the friends who came to commiserate with her family's loss, you get this sinking, collective feeling of regret for her life, abruptly cut short at 31. There was nothing wrong with Trisha. She was extremely beautiful, had many many friends, had a good career as a model and even taught in her own pre-school which was the thing she loved to do most. Everything was okay except for the goddamn cancer. She got it in July of 2001, Non-Hodgkins Lymphoma, which was detected after she complained of heart-burn like pains in her chest. It turned out she had a tumor as big as the fist, lodged near her heart. Some say that she got the cancer from a broken heart, after a broken relationship.
Wakes are indeed strange social events, where a lot of gossip is served, wittingly or unwittingly, through idle smalltalk which isn't anymore small by the time it goes around. Should have, would have, could have talks are rife, that don't really serve any more purpose to the dead than to the ones left behind, and only adds to the misery. So at some point, after I've said my condolences, my friend and I slipped out quietly to grab a margarita and continued to talk about life and Trisha. And she wouldn't have minded...
Today my mother turns 73. To realize how other lives life can be done with so briefly, I am truly grateful for the blessing of my mother's life on mine, and I just pray to God to continue to give her the gift of health, wisdom, peace and many more years, for many of us are all the better because of her.
Filed Under: Seasons
I was at her wake yesterday, and to see all the friends who came to commiserate with her family's loss, you get this sinking, collective feeling of regret for her life, abruptly cut short at 31. There was nothing wrong with Trisha. She was extremely beautiful, had many many friends, had a good career as a model and even taught in her own pre-school which was the thing she loved to do most. Everything was okay except for the goddamn cancer. She got it in July of 2001, Non-Hodgkins Lymphoma, which was detected after she complained of heart-burn like pains in her chest. It turned out she had a tumor as big as the fist, lodged near her heart. Some say that she got the cancer from a broken heart, after a broken relationship.
Wakes are indeed strange social events, where a lot of gossip is served, wittingly or unwittingly, through idle smalltalk which isn't anymore small by the time it goes around. Should have, would have, could have talks are rife, that don't really serve any more purpose to the dead than to the ones left behind, and only adds to the misery. So at some point, after I've said my condolences, my friend and I slipped out quietly to grab a margarita and continued to talk about life and Trisha. And she wouldn't have minded...
Today my mother turns 73. To realize how other lives life can be done with so briefly, I am truly grateful for the blessing of my mother's life on mine, and I just pray to God to continue to give her the gift of health, wisdom, peace and many more years, for many of us are all the better because of her.
Filed Under: Seasons
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