Fourth letter to heaven
It has been four years of a bumpy ride on the road to grief. Weaving through a maze of emotions—pain, grief, silence, and loneliness—the abysmal darkness is flickered by a glimmer of light from your memories. Sometimes these memories bring a smile, and at other times, tears to my eyes. Grief is strange. The fourth year without you has been as painful as the previous three. I miss my life partner, the kids miss their doting dad, and your old mother misses her caregiving son. Life for all four of us has veered off a smooth track, yet the journey continues. The spring in our steps vanished the day you left us. Any celebration or joy at home is incomplete. The crucial one-fourth is always missing, and it is evident on our faces. Life will never be the same; it has changed forever. I find solace in traveling. Whether it's Andaman, Meghalaya, Kashmir, or Agra, I carry mementos of you—a cap, glasses, a watch, or a muffler that still carries your warmth. These make me feel like...