Grief

The sun shone bright, after the rains the night before, promising to be a splendid day. But soon came the news of an infant, gone to his heavenly abode, a hundred and five days, is all he had on this earth .

Born premature, his chance of survival was very slim. Yet knowing that nothing is impossible for our Lord, as a family we prayed for his life to be spared . There were ups and downs, but through it all, in faith we clung to the hope, that the little one would be discharged by the end of the month, healthy and well .

Discharged he was, to his heavenly home . The young mother left shattered, her pain, immeasurable, her grief unfathomable. Her breaking heart, turned the sky dark. The air was still, as nature heard the wail of grief, and sorrow lay its heavy hand on many . A hundred and five days only, you could say, but the depth of a mother’s love for her child, is illimitable, a love that is born even before the baby is knitted in her womb, a love that can never be bound by time.

Hundred and five days, she sat by his side, watching over him, day and night. Talking to him, words of love, gay songs and lullabies she sang, to fill his little heart with joy. Until soon her beloved voice he knew, and the gentle touch of her hands, he recognised. The young mother, she kept her vigil, without slumber, without distractions, praying to save her little infant. But lo, the Lord had other plans, for His little angel . After his brief sojourn on earth, to learn of the selfless love of a mother, and a praying family, he was called back.

Grief, five letters, a dreaded word. A sadness, so monumental, an emotion, that can kill the very soul. Its origin from the beginning of time, from when man came to being, from the time of the first sin . Grief, due to the loss of loved ones, of material possessions, grief of rejection, grief of betrayal, especially by those close to us. Grief has many heads, that can crush us but none as cruel as the loss of a child .

Grief, a torment, an abysmal despair, that clouds one’s thoughts and actions. Struggling through the waves of anguish, grief is a darkness that grows, lingering in the shadows, to devour our very spirit. But as life is never without tragedies, fight we must those demons, not be embittered, or enslaved by grief. Let us like David, though he fasted and prayed, for the life of his infant son, did not mourn his loss, but shrugged off the spirit of sadness, knowing they will be reunited, in the hereafter.