Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

When I read Joan Didion's book about the death of her daughter years ago, I couldn't imagine such loss.  Now my own daughter has been dead for eleven days, and it's like walking through the looking glass:  everything is strange in this new world where my daughter is not alive in it.  The loss is indescribable and fathomless.  She fought to live with every fiber of her being, and though witnessing it was agony, I know how much she had packed into her short life, and how passionate she was about so many things:  her daughter, her friends, her family, painting, writing, traveling, food, reading, teaching, and mentoring others.  She lived a full life, and so many people miss her and tell us of her importance to them.  Right now I have images of the last two weeks she lived that haunt me, but I know all the times we laughed, shared books, went to art museums, traveled together and admired her daughter, my granddaughter will surface again and I will feel joy that she was in my life for 49 years and made my world brighter and filled with love.  Ramiza, we will love you forever.