Death is not extinguishing the light; it is only putting out the lamp because the dawn has come.
~ Rabindranath Tagore
Today is the birthday of my uncle, who passed away suddenly this past September. A day that has always been celebrated with laughter is being brought in with tears today.
The shock of his passing may have been muted with time, but it is not forgotten. And yet, in some weird twist of logic and insanity, life goes on. We all think the world will stop turning. And yet, somewhere within us, we find the strength to keep moving. To keep turning.
And that's kind of how the world works. It just keeps turning. And we keep turning along with it.
Although his body is not here to be celebrated, the essence of his character - his joy, his love, his patience - remains in our heart, and we can still carry the memory of a beautiful person we had the privilege of loving (and being loved by).
No words can really do this grief justice. But for those of us who struggle, remember what Henry James once said:
Sorrow passes and we remain.
We know the dawn has come; we just wish the lamp didn't have to go out.
Your light will burn within us, always.
We miss you, Ramesh Uncle.
~ Rabindranath Tagore
Today is the birthday of my uncle, who passed away suddenly this past September. A day that has always been celebrated with laughter is being brought in with tears today.
The shock of his passing may have been muted with time, but it is not forgotten. And yet, in some weird twist of logic and insanity, life goes on. We all think the world will stop turning. And yet, somewhere within us, we find the strength to keep moving. To keep turning.
And that's kind of how the world works. It just keeps turning. And we keep turning along with it.
Although his body is not here to be celebrated, the essence of his character - his joy, his love, his patience - remains in our heart, and we can still carry the memory of a beautiful person we had the privilege of loving (and being loved by).
No words can really do this grief justice. But for those of us who struggle, remember what Henry James once said:
Sorrow passes and we remain.
We know the dawn has come; we just wish the lamp didn't have to go out.
Your light will burn within us, always.
We miss you, Ramesh Uncle.
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