Sunday, 29 July 2018

"Tears are words that need to be written"


I lost a friend and colleague last evening. 

He and his family fought his Glioblastoma Multiforme(one of the fastest growing,most malignant brain tumors) the best they could in the last six months till his body could fight no more,the doctors could help no more,the prayers could help no more..because his time had come and no one could  change that.

He leaves behind his wife and two young teenaged children.

As long as he lived , he used to do everything possible to make them happy and be involved in every little thing in their lives. A totally hands on dad and husband he was. Six months back it would be difficult to fathom how that family could ever manage without Rohit. 

But since the time he was detected with the dreaded terminal disease ,I have seen his wife handle everything with so much courage and dignity and levelheadedness. Standing there at his funeral today, as he went up in flames,I just couldn’t help respecting the lady for the way she conducted herself through the tragedy . At all times, she was totally THERE for her children. Its true what they say about a person's true strength and character only showing in the face of adversities.

 She will grieve and cry a lot -she will need to.There were many of us friends and family today to take Rohit on his final journey and to support his wife and kids. But of course,grief is finally a walk alone. We can be there and listen.But ,she and her kids will walk alone down their own path of grief,at their own pace, with their raw wounds,their feelings of denial,anger and bitter loss. Hopefully,they will soon come to their own peace.But it’s a given they will have to do it on their own ,in their own time. May they find the strength to do so and to be each other’s strength.

Its fascinating how the wisest of us think we could help someone deal with a loss like this. But I guess,we are only human. We want to help,we want to be able to be of some service and help ease the pain and suffering we see in our fellow human beings.

Looking at her dead husband she said to me-I couldn’t even spend 20 years with him. That’s life-20 years too many for some, twenty years too little for others. Try how hard we may,we can’t be completely prepared for our tomorrows. Yet,like the Buddha says ,“The trouble is, you think you have time”. It really is pertinent that we live each day as if its our last.

Going to Rohit’s funeral ,watching his 15 year old son going through the rituals as advised,was heart breaking ,to say the least. 

But now as I sit and type this,I marvel at the strength of the boy to go through the entire rigmarole so calm and composed. He sat clenching his fists so hard as he sat next to his father at home-in denial,in anger.I couldn't imagine what went through his young mind-but it took me all my will not to go hug him and ask him to let go whatever he was holding back. But once at the cremation,he looked totally in control. Its all about resilience and the human spirit. The human spirit ,like someone said, is stronger than anything that can happen to it. Otherwise ,we would all die of heartbreak I suppose.

I knew Rohit for close to 12 years,we were working in the same hospital for 9 years or so. He moved to the colony I stay in,some years back and we were car pool partners too till I got transferred to another hospital. As is obvious,the 25km drive up and down 6 days a week made us share a lot of our experiences and life stories.He was a good man and a good friend.He was a sincere and dedicated surgeon. He was always so proud of his wife and children. He  was 48 years young.

 He must have had plans for himself and his family’s future like we all do.Of course he never anticipated this terrible turn of events.Yet, as he lay dead,he was the one who looked completely at peace-no more suffering ,no more worries,no more stress. So many of us grieving around him but he was oblivious to  it all and gone. He had reached his final destination.

Though they can never overcome the loss ,his family will reminisce the beautiful memories of the years spent with him , time will heal and life will go on. I hope Rohit left without many regrets. No one can ever do ALL the things they want to do in their lifetime,but keeping the conscience clear and to know in the end that you did the best you could helps,I am sure!

As Rohit left,I brought their little pup Joy to stay over at our place because there will be too much happening at Rohit’s. His wife wanted me to babysit on him till some normalcy can be restored in their household.I find myself telling the 4 month old pup to buck up because he has a lot of responsibility on his shoulders,to cheer up the aggrieved family,to shower more unadulterated love on them,to be their super anxiolytic drug! I know he will be able to help them destress more than anyone else.

The search for our  coping mechanisms and our dependence on them will never be over. That’s life! Death ,on the other hand, is simpler!

Peace!

I am the one that’s got to die when it’s time for me to die. So let me live my life, the way I want to”-Jim Hendrix


Rohit: 17th April 1970-28th July 2018