This is a true story.
This story is very close to my heart.
It is of a woman who is heart broken and struggling with personal sorrow.
However ,it began with a man. A man who took care of a lot of people ,a number of things ,numerous businesses but excelled in whatever he did.The head of family in an Indian joint family,responsible ,loving ,and dedicated.
One day,he was snatched away in a final and fatal manner.
One moment ,he was talking ,breathing,living ,and the next moment ,he was no more.
The family ,his children,his extended family,his friends ,his cousins,his aunts, his uncles,even his business associates grieved and moaned their loss.
What of the one woman who had supported him all his endeavours and the cares he had taken up?What of the one woman who was his best friend and his soul mate?One woman who had thought of him when he spent his time thinking of others?
She sorrowed alone.
She knew not what to do.
She was devastated and shattered to the core of her being.
She swam in and out of consciousness,her blood pounded in her ears,her blood pressure soared to extremities,she could hardly breathe,her children held her hand ,cried out their fear but she remained oblivious to it all.
She heard the voice of her grand daughters .The first sound to penetrate the thick fog she was battling.Her response to that young voice brought with it the first lifeline of courage.
She made one of the most difficult decisions of her life....... to live.
The rest will follow..
