Friday, February 21, 2014

In Our Hearts Forever

Copyright – David Stewart


It’s the fragrance of the flowers that reminds you of him.  The masses of pink, red and orange swaying in the afternoon breeze against the backdrop of the blue sky framed by the mountains he loved. 

‘I am planting them now, so that they will be blooming when you visit’, he said.

Drawn by the red blooms next to the bell that hangs in the complex you move in for a closer inspection.  It is the red corn poppy - the flower of remembrance –a symbol of eternal sleep.  It’s bursting with life while he remains in our hearts forever.

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Written for Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100

I struggled to write this week as we grappled with what life had to offer.  In the end this was written in memory of my wife's brother Rahul who passed away this week on Thursday, an hour after he had talked about the flowers he had planted for our impending visit in December.

22 comments :

  1. That got to my heart. An unexpected twist to the tale. Good one!

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  2. A very good story written about a warm memory. Lovely.

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    1. Thank you for your kind comments

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  3. i'm sorry for your loss. this is a beautiful tribute.

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  4. Am so sorry for your loss Subroto and my heart broke reading this!How we take life for granted and how it can be just snatched away so suddenly-may Rahul's soul RIP and may you all always remember him through those things that he loved.Tc

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    1. Thank you for those kind thoughts Atreyee

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  5. What a wonderful memorial, Subroto. So poignant. I'm sorry for your loss.

    janet

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  6. I pray you find lasting comfort during this time of loss. hugs for sharing such a beautiful memory...

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    1. Thank you, much appreciated.

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  7. his flowers are what remain with us...he gave me some koupou saplings when we visited him the last time

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    1. He had a lot of love to give. Thanks for commenting Neeta.

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  8. First so sorry for your loss.. and just how interesting how we both went for poppies.. I think the origin of the the poppy symbol is actually the poem "in Flanders fields"

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    1. Thanks Björn. Yes you are right about the poem
      "...We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
      In Flanders fields."
      There is poppy symbolism in ancient literature too.

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  9. Dear Subroto,

    A winning tribute. Well done and poignant. I, too, am sorry for your loss.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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    1. Thank you Rochelle for your kind words.

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  10. This is touching and poignant. I really like the way you tell this, with the history sandwiched between the present. Beautifully crafted.

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  11. Subroto, I know how hard it must be, that wrapping of a tale within 100 words. Sometimes they are so complete, they leave me with the feeling of having read a long, long tale. The truth behind this one is shattering.

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    1. Thanks Umashankar this was indeed the hardest to write.

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