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I saw him hugging the suitcase
This story is from December 6, 2021. That dark night my husband breathed his last at 4.30 pm. Hearing the news of his death, my feet moved to the ground below. He left us but after his departure I am suffering death every day. Not only this, but it became more difficult for me to come out of this situation, when my son would ask me, ‘Daddy has gone to God, why didn’t he take his suitcase with him’. His innocent questions bother me a lot. I have no answer to any of his questions.
Sadness is forgotten by looking at the child
My son is only two years old. He knows nothing about his father. Yet it has helped me out of my depression. Seeing his face, I wipe my tears and console myself. Someone has rightly said that the pain of losing one’s person is so great that it cannot be ignored. In the hustle and bustle of work, we forget our sorrows, but the pains remain in our hearts.
He started shouting Baba Baba
One day I went to the mall with my son. There he met a man who looked just like his father. Seeing that person, my son ran after him and started shouting baba baba. I managed him somehow, but after this incident he got into the tune of ‘bring back dad’ ‘where is my dad’. He cried continuously for 20 minutes, but then he said, ‘I feel sad that Baba is gone. Baba wanted to be with me now by saying that my sorrow increased manifold. (Read:- My story: I don’t have that one thing, my wife won’t stand me in the eye, what should I do?)
