Tuni at Rest.
Today I bathed in the Ganges. Tuni Harrison died on the 14th of August 2013. She had heart surgery the day before, but her heart gave out. Today, three days after her death, Bijoy and I went to the river, with a Priest, and gave rites to send her on her journey. We offered clothes, food, milk, flowers, incense, and so many prayers. And then we immersed ourselves in the river three times, and pushed water out into the river three times, and I cried because I want her journey to be wonderful while I also want her back in my arms. I accept, but I am bereft. Even as I send her off to be with the Gods, I also call for her to come back soon. I’ll be looking for her. I will always be looking for her. When she came into my life I felt as if I’d always been looking for her. When she died I felt that I’d lost someone I’d always known.
Souls sang to my heart,
The winds taking them afar,
My nestlings flourished.
Yes this is true. My children, my nestlings, flourished. And when they were grown, I went looking for where the winds had taken the others. Tuni came home to me, and now she is gone… Like a little God, she came and filled our hearts, and the hearts of so many around the world, and then she left….. with the slightest smile on her sleeping face.
I am raw. My life is raw. I am immersed, as if in the Ganges. Tuni came for a purpose, a light and a gift, but I think we are only at the beginning of her impact in our lives.
In the days ahead I will write and post pictures of the last seven days. It was just a week ago that I took her for an evaluation and the doctors decided we could not wait for surgery as her blue spells were increasing, and medication was not helping. Here at Shishur Sevay we arranged for an oxygen concentrator and bought a pulse oxymeter. It was frightening when she would turn blue, and cry and then go limp…..
Today I bathed in the Ganges.
