Sunday, October 18, 2020
Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech
Today would have been our daughter's fiftieth birthday. She was beautiful, intelligent, creative, moody, judgemental, loving, thoughtful, passionate, risktaking, a glue sticking our family together. We were all a little afraid of her intensity, but being in her presence was a gift. She adored her daughter and thought about her future, her college, her safety, her support. Since our granddaughter is so very much like her mother, we know she will be fine in the long run, though her grief right now is immerserable. My daughter rushed out of my body twenty nine minutes after we drove quickly to the nearby hospital. She didn't need any doctor. When my father was coming to pick us up from the hospital after a couple of days, I had a panic because the nurses we not bringing her back in to me. I thought something was wrong. But there she was, a tiny tiger ready for battle with the world. She rode a pony we leased by five, had martial arts lessons at six, listened to Tillie Olsen and Lucille Clifton as a toddler, and burned her way through her life, impressing everyone with her skills, her tenacity and capacity for love. She loved art and traveling and ideas and books and friends and family that elevated all of us. She did not want to die, but she never complained as she fought for her life and motherhood, never got angry at us, she battled on. She took her daughter on amazing trips, reconnected with her Fiji relatives, stockpiled memories for her to be comforted after she was gone. There is no way to describe how much we all miss her. I walk stunned in a world without her. She is my child, my baby girl, my best self, my freed bird who soars somewhere above, now free from the pain and indignities of cancer. I love you with all my heart.
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Such a beautiful tribute, Ramiza was so powerful, complex and amazing, she left a bit of herself with everyone that loved her.
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