Another Easter

It was another Easter, another summer’s day, another day in time, not so long, but just a year ago . We spoke for the last time, wished one another, great blessings on the Lord’s resurrection day . With a promise to meet soon, we ended our conversation.

But life had other plans. The second wave set in, hit us hard, banishing us to our homes, imprisoning us once again, you in your house, I in mine. Little did we imagine, you would not live to ride the wave, to see the end of the pestilence.

A year later, since you have been gone, the pandemic, they say has ended, the plague is no more. People leading their lives, almost like normal. Stepping out I see, the streets don’t look any different, the world is the same, yet so changed .

For you my dear brother, breathe no more. The light is dimmer because of the shadow you left behind. The days less full and the nights longer. Time, though they say is the healer, has not diminished the pain or filled the emptiness, of your absence.

I know we will meet again, in the hereafter, the tales we tell each other, may yet bring laughter, but in the hours, in the days, in the years between, I seek respite, from the sorrow of separation.

Pain like an unhealed wound, lies beneath the surface. A word, that is familiar, a picture in a frame, can still bring a deluge of tears. Memories creep in, wrapping its icy fingers around my heart, leaving me longing, for those shared moments of our childhood . Shutting out the grief , putting it behind, is much like trying to shed a part of me. Every image, like a ghost from the past, rises to break through my shield .

You, on the other hand my dear brother, are in the fold of the departed, basking in the glory and love of the Most High. I pray you plead with the Almighty, the One who is merciful, to look upon with kindness and grace, on your grieving sister. And when my time is at hand , I know you will be there waiting, to welcome me and take me home,.