I don't know how I feel about this, tbh.
I was 8 when I lost my mama, and it was a traumatic death. I don't remember her anymore like i don't see her picture clearly in my head, and i can't differentiate between imagination and real memories, but that day never leaves my mind, even 20 years later. I think the trauma of that day overtook all of my memories of her. I was still too young to understand death, so in a way, I knew she would never come back, but somewhere, naively, I hoped for a miracle that she would for the next couple of years.
I got to know before her funeral, not through my dad, maasi or family but through a neighbour's son who went to check on the shouting and crowd outside.
I didn't get to see her body because it wasn't in a state to be seen, but I still remember the casket in my Nani's yard, and that's the last image of her etched in my mind.
I think there is no right or wrong way to do this. Knowing is painful, and so is not knowing, but if you ask me, I would rather not have that image of her in my mind. I wish I didn't know then, and my last memory of her was the last time I hugged her goodbye before I left for my dad's place or the last time I spoke to her on the phone, but they aren't.
All I remember is trying to get her on the phone and feeling like something was wrong but unable to explain it. I would do just about anything to erase that night from my head.
Edited by misfit007 - 2 years ago
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