My mother’s 10th death anniversary passed by without much fanfare last Saturday. No, the passage of time had not diluted the memory of her. It is just that I made a conscious effort to not observe it in a significant way.
Death anniversaries are reminders of the end of a life, the loss of a loved one and a time of great sadness. I have gone past the stage of profound grieving and sense of loss. Instead, I am channelling those emotions into an endeavour, which is still under wraps, that I hope will be productive.
In the place of grief and sense of loss, acceptance and realisation have taken over. For every birth, there is death. Everyone has to go through this cycle. I had lost loved ones. I had grieved. Now, I have moved on. That is how I want my loved ones to live after I am gone – not to grieve too much but move on as soon as possible. I believe my mother would want me to do the same.