Hold me, Martel.

“They were dead; I could no longer deny it. What a thing to acknowledge in your heart! To lose a brother is to lose someone with whom you can share the experience of growing old, who is supposed to bring you a sister-in-law and nieces and nephews, creatures to people the tree of your life and give it new branches. To lose your father is to lose the one whose guidance and help you seek, who supports you like a tree trunk supports its branches.

To lose your mother, well, that is like losing the sun above you.

I lay down on the tarpaulin and spent the whole night weeping and grieving, my face buried in my arms.”

The Life of Pi. Yann Martel.

Rest In Peace, my mummy.

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About Miz. Kyrte

I read, I write, I love. My favorite quote is: We're all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn't. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing. Bukowski, baby! Extremes ;-)

4 responses to “Hold me, Martel.

  1. Nev

    Sorry about your loss dear. Praying for you.

  2. Els

    Holding you in my heart.

  3. “For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?
    And what is to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?
    Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing.
    And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb.
    And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance”

    By Kahlil Gibran. I used part of it for my mother’s tombstone and it has brought me some comfort over the past few years.

    May you and your beautiful family find peace

  4. petesmama

    Was here. (((LS)))

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