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Archive for June 12th, 2011

I started this last night, Friday, June 10th…
Words, where are they? I am behind in posting. I would like to write something profound, but nothing is coming to me.
I am tired, yet feel calm and thoughtful. By thoughtful I mean it feels like there is something deep inside which I need to find and bring to the surface. I wonder what it is.
Until I can find it, I am grateful for many things. I am especially grateful for my friends and family.

NOW I KNOW WHY…
This evening there was a message on my friend Smita’s Facebook.

Smita and I became friends at least two years ago through Authors Den. We graduated to communicating directly via email, pretty much daily. She was Professor in English, Arts Faculty at the University of Allahabad, a poet and writer in English, a mother, lover of travelling to her beloved Himalayan mountains, and a friend. She has had health problems for some time and recently had to go to hospital for some tests because she was so bad and could barely breathe. She was told she could no longer go to the mountains; she could only walk for 10 minutes and then rest. She was able to go home to take her medicine and follow doctor’s orders.

Late Thursday night around 11:30 pm EST in the US and late Friday morning in India we had been emailing. She said she was doing ok, and was cooking for a friend who was going to be visiting. I wrote back asking her “What are you cooking?” I was so tired I shut down the computer and went to bed. I had to get up a bit early in the morning to get ready to take a friend to the hospital to have her defibrillator checked and turned out had to have it replaced there and then because it was not working correctly. She was finally approved to go home about 4:30pm. When I finally got home I was tired, had something to eat, and checked emails. Nothing from Smita, but as I said we would occasionally miss a day. I was going to check in with her today. But then I got an email notification of a message from her on Facebook.

I am Rahul, Smita’s son. My mother passed away on June 10, 2011, at 12 noon of a massive cardiac arrest.
Then her son told me that “her laptop was on when she was discovered… the chat window with you was open and she was asking you about commenting on her blog.”

I am very sad that I won’t hear from you anymore Smita and I miss you already. My days will have an empty place now without either an email or FB chat with you.  You were a blessing and a joy in my life, a good friend.  Yet I smile as I think of you now in a beautiful paradise, in peace, healthy, and knowing the love you were not sure of while you were here.  Love and hugs dear friend,

My Friend, Smita RIP

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