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RE: A LETTER TO MY SON "SHAURYA"
And again tears. The pain of a mother in an open letter to her heart, her lungs; which against the formidable laws of nature have been snatched from her body. March 30th. I had an awful accident and in my healing. My son (3) and my daughter (7) were taken from me by their father while I was healing from 3rd and fourth degree burns. This made me feel not so alone. I see all these kids with their mom and sometimes it stings so bad I must look away. The first few lines of this... the tears poured. To be Golden is a blessing. It is a feat that few reach. And I must say in my opinion. You are Golden love.
You are a very very loving human being @takenaback I so wanted to connect with you. Who other then I can understand the love between Mother and children? I am a man but I can understand that a mother is more important for kids during early years of their life. Mother teach them emotions.
At the same time, I feel alone after separation. I could have gone legal to take custody of my son but I knew in my heart that he is better with his mother for now. I could support them financially, that I did! I know how much I crave for his embrace. That is why I can relate to your pain.
I stopped being social just because when I see other parents with their kids, it hurts deep inside. I am happy for everyone but lonely inside. I laugh more then before because it hurts more then before. I never get so personal with anyone but when i read your comments, I could not resist writing all this.
I absolutely love your wording, "I laugh more than before because it hurts more than before." My goodness the painful sediment that carries. It is truth. I propose in fact that is how we stay Golden. Humor. It is a sad but also a beautiful truth. Those who scream at the sky and then possess the ability to turn a scream into a sigh......
You are an amazing father. Anyone can parade around and curse. How many turn negative into an even worse negative? How many possess the ability to turn their pain into truth? Everyone cries for the maiden who screams at God in the field because she has lost a son. But they marvel at the maiden who lost one as well.... and yet, she is a vessel through which love runs. "How does she even smile?" Pain is power and people marvel at those who can continue walking although their legs have been broken. Why? It gives them hope. It hurts so badly because of the hole. And in saying this I wish I could look you in your eyes and you could hear the passion of these words in my voice. The father is as important as the mother. I believe these words you write these beautiful posts....They are a staple. And the beautiful thing is.... they're chiseled into the rock of the Earth. Every day is a new day . One day you will be reunited with the legend you helped birth. And never will he doubt the love that surrounds him. And the compliment you gave me? One of the best I've ever received.