Missing

Divinity has granted us a cocoon as an embrace of love.. That celebrates our existence.. Hurting with us.. Protecting.. Guiding.. Justifying our very existence.. And even though we might take their love for granted.. It hurts like hell once they are no more.. The missing so intense it shakes our essence.. No one else in the world believes in every facet of us.. Lighting even the darker hidden facets with touches of empathic love.. My father with his quiet presence paced our lives with settled peace.. His stories became value guides.. His keen intellect showed us the way.. His trust forming a moral tapestry we weaved ourselves.. And the unmatched sense of freedom to be ourselves brought out an individuality exposed to all budding parts of itself.. And my ma.. In her eyes we could never go wrong.. In her hug we found a home.. Every word out of our mouth became her prayer.. Her blessing.. Her wish.. She was our rock holding us together.. The vacuum they have left is insurmountable.. The struggle in vain to fill those gaping holes.. Of suffering at the end.. The questions numerous.. The pain unbearable.. Wish no one has to see a parent suffer like that.. It puts you in an incessant whirlpool of hurting whys.. I miss them unbearably.. And though i understand death is a part of life.. And they fulfilled their role completely.. But the pain.. The suffering.. Has left these gaping holes that refuse to go away.. 

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