for My Nephew
By Valeria Idakieva
A month after my 33-old nephew took his own life, when the rivers of grief and tears that had flooded us shrank a bit, I decided to take my mother out, change the view from four white walls, and breathe some fresh air.
The fresh air filled my chest and made me want to scream at the top of my lungs: “Why?”
“Why did this happen? Look at all the beauty you had not seen yet. There are so many things you did not experience.”
I was talking to my nephew as if he could hear me.
“Everything in nature strives and struggles for life like this little tree, which has split the rock and fought for its right to live. Why didn’t you do it? Why?”
Of course, there was no answer. The path was weaving through the forest, leading to a spring, caught in the grips of ice.
I know time does not heal pain; you get used to living with it.
For now, I continue to yell in the face of the universe the most unanswered question: “Why?” and I hope that my nephew has changed this world for a better place.
By Valeria Idakieva
A month after my 33-old nephew took his own life, when the rivers of grief and tears that had flooded us shrank a bit, I decided to take my mother out, change the view from four white walls, and breathe some fresh air.
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| Sunday, February 13, 2022 |
“Why did this happen? Look at all the beauty you had not seen yet. There are so many things you did not experience.”
I was talking to my nephew as if he could hear me.
For now, I continue to yell in the face of the universe the most unanswered question: “Why?” and I hope that my nephew has changed this world for a better place.
| Copyright © 2022 by Valeria Idakieva |
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