“See you tomorrow”, Ritika said as I left to go back home after our run in the park .Just when I thought I had overcome my gawkiness, I slipped on a piece of paper. Someone must have dropped it. As I picked it up I noticed it was letter . Ooh a love letter , so exciting . And I started reading it.
How are you? Please come back home. Everything is alright now. No one blames you , it wasn’t your fault.It was just your parents time. Death is a part of life , it surely marks the end but also completion of a life. Nobody knows how they will die but I know if given this privilege , your parents would gladly die again to save their precious daughter’s life because that’s what parents do. Honey I know I can’t understand what you are going through , but you don’t have to bear it alone. We will endure this grief together. You owe it to your parents to at least try. Don’t make their death a tragedy , make it a tribute.
I read with watery eyes.Later I asked around about the letter’s owner but only to fail. I probably won’t find Lucy or know her full story but I’ll keep her letter to remind me that you always have a choice , choice of how to deal with grief and make that grief fuel for resilience . Turn a tragedy into a tribute. And never forgetting this will be my tribute to this letter.