A mixed week

Three of my good friends have graduated to the so-called ultimate stage of being a woman. They have become mothers now. From being an infant themselves, to being schoolgirls, to being college hotshots, to being professionals, to being responsible and kind daughters, to being great wives and understanding daughters-in-law, they have now come a full circle. They have a baby of their own. They hold the entire responsiblity of another being. Wishing them all the happiness in their new role.

  One of my closest friends lost his father last weekend. They say nothing is more final than death. It’s the ultimate truth that we all push away ‘coz it’s too hard to face. What can you say that can bring solace? Nothing. Nothing at all. It’s an individual battle and has to be fought on your own. Taking each day at a time, literally. Time doesn’t heal, but definitely helps in moving on to concentrate on other things that have sprung up…but it will still remain an open wound whose pain can strike you anytime, anywhere…

They say “Death is not the greatest loss in life; the greatest loss is what dies in you when you are alive”.

Life and Death…the ultimate joy and the ultimate sorrow…if death is reality, is life just an illusion?