The pain of loss and the joy of remembering
It’s now a year since Isaac died but the grief remains
strong. Sometimes I can think of him calmly and regret that he has gone. At
other times almost like a flash of lightning, I get an intense feeling of loss
and at that moment I can’t imagine he is still not with us. All the overwhelming and varied emotions I
felt when he first passed are there. That feeling is triggered by a memory so
quick and instant that I can’t identify it.
I am ambushed by my inner self and left feeling hopelessly adrift and
physically drained for the day. I want to remember Isaac but not like that. He
was such a delight and a joy to be around. This is what I try to concentrate on
when I think of Isaac. I always smile when I recall his mum trying to teach
Isaac the more complex concepts of time and number. The lovely thing about
Isaac is that he understood a great deal but never quite grasped everything
fully. I was playing with him when his mum said that it was bedtime, but he was
enjoying himself and he could have asked for five more minutes but what he
asked for was, ‘three more grandads!!’ He is gone but moments like that
pinpoint for me the times when our lives crossed and this can put me instantly
back with him.
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