Linking to ABC Wednesday, Ruchira's Wordless Wednesday
I love roses. My dad loved them too. If I recall correctly white roses were his favourite. So I place this vase with white roses in front of his picture.
A story about roses and my dad. The tradition in my family after death is to place a picture of the departed soul and light a lamp for 12 days as the belief is that the soul takes 12 days to prepare for its journey back to its home. The soul usually leaves on the 13th day. This is a belief and I of course cannot vouch that this is true or not.
My mother had asked me not to light the lamp on the 13th day so that my dad could leave in peace but my heart would not let go of him and so I tried to light the lamp. But each time I lit the flame, it would go out immediately. I had also placed a bunch of roses near his picture and they were fresh from the day before. Suddenly all the petals of the roses disintegrated into a heap on the floor near where I was kneeling. I believe my dad was asking me to let him go. And so I did.
Roses always remind me of my dad.
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I love roses. My dad loved them too. If I recall correctly white roses were his favourite. So I place this vase with white roses in front of his picture.
A story about roses and my dad. The tradition in my family after death is to place a picture of the departed soul and light a lamp for 12 days as the belief is that the soul takes 12 days to prepare for its journey back to its home. The soul usually leaves on the 13th day. This is a belief and I of course cannot vouch that this is true or not.
My mother had asked me not to light the lamp on the 13th day so that my dad could leave in peace but my heart would not let go of him and so I tried to light the lamp. But each time I lit the flame, it would go out immediately. I had also placed a bunch of roses near his picture and they were fresh from the day before. Suddenly all the petals of the roses disintegrated into a heap on the floor near where I was kneeling. I believe my dad was asking me to let him go. And so I did.
Roses always remind me of my dad.
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Now when I see roses, I will be reminded of your story :)
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Thanks Bhavya.
DeleteTouching story. Carver, ABCW-Team
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DeleteWOW, that is wild. I think you are right. I think your Dad was communicating with you and letting you know it was OK to let him go. Amazing story.
ReplyDeleteThanks Kathy. It was however a difficult moment for me.
DeleteI agree with your story about 13th day thing. When my dad departed, I was instructed the same. It sure is tough to let go, but we will meet them at the finish line...hugs +Suzy!
ReplyDeleteThanks for linking up with such a sentimental story!
Thanks Ruchira. Yes, very hard to let go and so true that we will meet them again. Hugs to you too.
DeleteAmazing story and I love roses, I'll love them more now.
ReplyDeleteThanks Belinda. That's so sweet.
Deletethat is a lovely story.
ReplyDeleteROG, ABC Wednesday team
Thanks Roger.
DeleteI am speechless after reading this story. Yes, it was a sign and he was communicating with you!!
ReplyDeleteThanks Shilpa. I thought so too.
DeleteSupernatural messages, I believe in them!
ReplyDeleteMe too Indrani :)
Deleteohh that is so beautiful yet heart breaking.
ReplyDeleteThanks Rajlakshmi - yes hard to do.
DeleteA beautiful memory about your dad's passing and how amazing about what happened on the 13th day. Yes, I think your dad was saying to let him go. I've never heard about those traditions. They are lovely. Your blog posts always leave me so touched or with a different perspective, Suzy. I always enjoy them.
ReplyDeleteThanks Cathy. So glad you enjoy my posts. I am convinced my dad was communicating with me.
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