A snapshot of this Powerful Memoir
from chapter 1 – Shining Through – from Grief to Gratitude
I have no choice but to surrender my hopes and dreams for this child of my heart. As I look out the window, the sun is setting as it does every other day. The perfect tangerine ball drops behind the distant mountains, silhouetted by a hazy pink border. It throws a soft, golden light on the brown skin of my beautiful boy lying in the bed beside me, on the second floor of an Australian Hospital.
The past week has been a roller coaster ride of hope and despair. How we came to this point is beyond me. I did everything in my power to avoid it and yet here I sit helpless and defeated as my son’s life slips away. All we have now are these precious last moments together. I need to savour them, because I am not ready to let go yet. My feelings are a twisted knot of confusion, despair, and emptiness. I’ve given up all hope of seeing my boy alive and happy. Prem is gasping his final breaths as I wait for him to pass over to a better place, a place of peace, light, and love, where the cruelness of the human world cannot hurt him anymore. A place where he’ll receive the healing his soul requires.
I look at the eyelids covering his beautiful, brown eyes. He looks peaceful enough. There’s only the rise and fall of his chest and the haunting sound of his body desperately clinging to life. I feel as if I’m taking every breath with him. With every heartbeat I experience my own waves of pain, shock, grief, and love. How did I end up in this strange hospital? Why am I in this alien place, waiting for my son to slip away forever?