Felix Chandran

Death lurks around every corner. Death hides in shadow, in mystery. To me, Death is pure sweet slumber. I witnessed this on this day. I remember the shadows prowling around me. Well, Death is signified in black, hence the color of the dresses at this time. All I remember are mere shadows hovering a light in the midst of a dark day. The heavens cried at the passing of this angel, lying in her eternal bed, sleeping peacefully. The tears of heaven drenched my soul, mine lost amidst the tears. Songs of tradition filled the air to help her soul pass to the other side, I knew she was already there. It feels strange that I feel I’ve lost her. It is true that life passes from the body at one time or the other, but the soul is the only thing that lives forever. I knew she was not gone. I felt her very close to me. I could hear her voice in my ears. With every drop of rain that fell, I heard her whispers, sweet words of love telling me that her heart was mine for all eternity. I heard her whisper my name, her voice calling out to me. She was free. Eternally free from pain, suffering, disease, she was free. What greater joy could one have than to have a life so free?

I walked down to her bed, to look at my angel lying peacefully. I held her lifeless hand and smiled. She told me she was waiting for me. I’ll wait for her.