Boxing Day-second anniversary of your death. We did a latihan (spiritual exercise we do in subud) for you...I sang out the sorrow of a thousand deaths, it was deep and almost unbearably, sublimely sad. But withpow erful and beautiful passages. Raphaella felt you had transformed from a fish into a bird...free, in a good space. We did the latihan on a sunflower rug that Tuti had knotted herself, the same one from two years ago , when we happened to be in Brighton and Lewes for the holidays when the Tsunami struck and before we moved back here. A kind of preview of the life we were coming to, in this same street, enabled by your passing and the resources you left us to be able to buy this house and live in this loving community. Sunflowers were your absolute favourite flower.
We all met (the Iranian side of the family and Sue, one of your favourite friends of mine) at Birling Gap, where we scattered your ashes in the sea, as you requested, flown over from Thailand. It's a gorgeous place, you chose well. Even the cafe where we sat and had tea and crisps, so completely 1960's england, like it must have been when you lived in that area. Delia tried to make sandcastles in the freezing wind, and we cast a flower Sue gave me for you and a crown of ivy from Raphaella, into the waves. I didn't sense you there, its like you are very faraway now, you're spread far and wide or something, not so connected to one place but everywhere and in everything, I felt your embrace in my imagination and heard your voice, and cheeky laugh of reassurance that everything will be ok
I cooked Fesinjan for Khaleh Goli, Koosha, Sanaz, Fariba Leo and Delia. Never as delicious as yours, but you did have 30 years more practice
. We ate and joked in our cosy kitchen and drank champagne on your honour. We didn't talk about you much directly , but you were present.Khaleh Goli's hair is an amazing white gold colour now, you would like it. Strange I will never get to see what you look like as an old woman, say 80 or something. Just as you wanted.
I got so many texts and messages today, felt a lot of love coming to me and us from all over the world.
I was helped to see today that I don't need to fill a space left by you, because the whole landscape has changed and there is nothing to be done about that, except be fully myself within it and embrace what comes.
More and more I sense myself growing up with this. I will always be your child. I will always feel waves of sadness come and go, but I know what works is to live a life full of the qualites i most loved in you: generosity, freedom of spirit, love , creativity, passion. Sometimes it will be like that and sometimes it won't. And thats ok.
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- 2008-01-06 @ 07:03:56
My mother died five months ago, July 2007. I still believe that I can pick up the telephone, call her and hear her voice "Hija, ¿Cómo estás?". Death came without warning, no preparations, no goodbyes. Death, the cruel coward took what we loved and continue to need...
The world has changed now. Four months after my mother died, my son called with the news of my first grandchild, my mother's first great grandchild! She would have danced with joy, she would have celebrated, she would have sung like she did at my wedding.
A sudden nighttime fever, meningitis and then too late, nothing could save her, she was gone before she could wake up. I feel like I am walking on a planet full of deep dark holes that I can't see until I get to the edge, I often fall to the bottom and have to climb out slowly only to walk again and fall again, it is an unsafe place. She is the earth that used to fill those holes...