Firstly I want to start this week by thanking those who have reached out to me in regards to my last post about my phobia; your support and words of encouragement have overwhelmed me. I feel very blessed to be surrounded by such a caring community.
As I go to write my post today it is with a heavy heart for it is with the knowledge that a family friend has passed away. Letting go and saying goodbye to someone who has graced your life is never without heartache and yet it is the way of life. I remember once when I was little, asking ‘why do people have to die’ To which the reply came ‘they just do when it’s their time.’
They just do when it’s their time and what remains are our memories which, no one not even death can take away from us. And I have such lovely memories of this ‘auntie’ (when you are Indian everyone is your auntie or uncle). I have this one distinct memory of the time when I was leaving New Zealand to seek pastures new, over 17 years ago. It was at a farewell lunch my mother had organised for me, one final hurrah with all our friends. There came a point after the eating and drinking had subsided when my parents, brother, grandma… basically all my family became very emotional at the thought of me leaving, there was a lot of crying and hugging going on and who knows how this lunch would have ended if it had not been for this auntie saying ‘cheer up it’s not like she’s getting married’ and thus changing the mood in the room completely and that’s who she was, the effervescent mum. She was even one of the first mums I know to join Facebook, in fact the last time I heard from her was via that medium when she told me she had enjoyed something I had written on this blog. Always fun, always encouraging.
There is this African proverb I heard years ago which goes ‘it takes a village to raise a child.’ When I think of all the people who ‘raised’ me; my parents, the extended family, teachers, neighbours, friends and the many ‘aunties’ and ‘uncles’ I feel so blessed and fortunate.
Each and every person has left an imprint.
Each and every person is present in the tapestry that is my life.
So thank you to all those who played a part in raising me especially to all those ‘aunties’ and ‘uncles’.
You are forever in my heart.