Dear Son,
Happy Birthday to you!
You would have been 21 if you were still here, with us. Now
as you are in a place where age is not a factor (believe so) you are still 20
and going to be that forever.
Yesterday we thought to celebrate your day, by getting your
favorite cake. But didn’t have the strength to actually do that. How could we
buy your favorite chocolate cake and have it without you near us? Arnav came
home in the morning. He misses you. Said you were his best friend and no one
else seems to be able to fill that position. I think no one can take someone
else’s place in a person’s life. Whoever comes in my and your mom’s life,
nothing can replace you, my son. No other relations gives us the joy that came
from been your parents. But guess we never realized that before. Or we never
made you realize that.
I never knew how unhappy you were with your life. When you
moved on taking our dreams and leaving yours aside, I thought you were happy
and made new dreams to fly after. I never saw that the smile had disappeared
from your last two years photographs. Before that, all your pictures were
filled with your warm smile. I never noticed all those status updates in your
page, even when I have liked and commented in some. I thought it was the poetic
side of yours, but never guessed even for a second that those were the exact
thoughts you wanted to convey to me. I could not even grieve thinking you never
told me anything. Because you did. In your own small ways. But it was me who ignored them as if they
were nothing. I am sorry dear son.
Now I remember you calling me to say how unhappy you felt
there and how you find it very difficult to adjust. But when I told you to stay
strong and it was my dream to see you coming out from there with excellence and
not in failure, you said you are fine and going to be ok. I never realized that
you were actually not fine and those words were just to calm me down. If only I
heard you then. If only I took that extra step to hug you and listen to you,
you would have been still here beside me. We miss you so much. The thought that
if we had connected with you, if we had listened to your heart, talked to you,
understood you … this letter wouldn’t be in my drafts, hoping that you would
read this, from somewhere behind the clouds.
I love you my son. More than anything in this world or
beyond.
Love,
Dad.
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The above letter is purely fictional, thou inspired from something I read in a FB page.
But, if ever you don’t want to write something like that to your child, better half, parents, siblings, friends or anyone near or far and save it in your drafts under the folder “Unsent Letters” … take that one step to connect with people around you. Not the now famous connect with likes or a one-word comment in a picture in FB/Whatsapp/Instagram/G+/countless other social networking sites, but in a real way. Talk to people who mean something to you, listen to them, and make sure they are happy and satisfied with their life.
To end
up your own life you need so much courage. Imagine cutting your wrist or
jumping from that height or blasting up your head … doesn’t it gives a shiver
down your spine just at the mere thought of these. Then think of those people
who actually might have thought for days or maybe months for a way to end up
their life. Those sleepless nights they might have spend hoping someone could
actually see through their fake smile or listen to what they have to say.
We
never see the symptoms, or the signs people show us, in fact we ignore them
knowingly. But once something bad happens, the regret is endless. Parents’ never hear their children, children
rarely open up to their parents, siblings often fail to be in touch, friends drift
apart and everyone gets so busy in life that there’s no time for a second
person. Not even to the one who’s living with you, shares your bed space and
your life. Take some time from your busy schedule to actually be with your loved ones. Be there to hear out their fears, loneliness and just make them feel loved and wanted and secure. We can't bear losing our dear ones, then why not prevent that from happening.
We are blogging for this cause at Write Tribe. Do read and spread the awareness. Thank You.
