|A picture of Oroh when he was a little boy|
Gone But Not Forgotten: my loving brother, Oroh Orivri
For those we love, we always want to be with all the time. But at some point, a natural need arises for us to be away from each other, and people often find it difficult to say a simple ‘goodbye.’
While separation for a short while is hard, the comforting factor is that the person is only going to be away for some time; probably for a year of two in school or work, and better if it’s only a short holiday somewhere, and tougher when it’s a journey forever!
Memories are powerful; they replay in our mind’s eyes, giving us something to keep and feel, and actually better than emptiness.
I remember how challenging the evening of February 14th was. A call came in that a loved one was down with fever at the hospital and that he wasn’t getting any better. We embarked on a trip that took us round and about, and finally helpless! I felt the frustration of talking to a loved one who would not respond even though you sat so close and spoke the best of words. I felt the power of love that wouldn’t let go of a loved one, yet, ‘the sleep’ was sweet; certainly not for the rest of ‘us’, but for him. He wouldn’t want to be disturbed at this time. His right hand, carefully placed across his broad chest, was like a guard. I stole several looks and muttered several wishes as the driving continued.
Finally, he was to make a stop-over for some time before the final lap of the journey. I felt a rush from my heart to my eyes. I waved and said goodbye, but he failed to respond because it was late and he was hurrying to go and rest--- for a lifetime!