Just about a year and a half ago Mrs. GE's time on Earth came to an end.
Just over 24 hours ago, her youngest followed suit.
I got the news yesterday morning.
Crazy Soldier was the bearer.
The boy was 23.
Was just confirmed to receive his diploma and graduation was supposedly around the corner.
Apparently his motorcycle skidded right into a wall.
The one invariable scenario I got from all the stories I heard was that the fella suffered a head injury which lead to his death on the spot.
Now I feel bad for the guy.
Not the brother, I feel bad for Mr. P...
He's already messed up, 'up there' *gestures to the head i.e. the brains*.
This is the last thing he needs; another loved one leaving him.
I kinda started the string of his loved ones (arguable, but I'd like to think I was one of them) leaving him.
Intentionally or otherwise.
First me,
Then Confused Gal followed (yes, it has been over a year since they've been separated).
Then the mother, Mrs. GE.
Now his brother.
I offer my solemn prayer to God.
For his brother's Soul.
Dear God,
Take this soul, this child of yours, into your merciful arms.
Offer him comfort and solace.
Take his pain away.
Console him and then as per the laws of karma,
Move him on or give him salvation.
I pray for his salvation.
Aum Shanthi.
In my vivid memory,
Jayaselan, 1991 - 2014.
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