Some of you may remember me writing recently, on the subject of why we shall be living longer than our children. The article was about healthy living but my research touched a nerve in me. Closely remembering my Grandmother’s sorrow following the death of my Mother, and then in 1993, I lost my baby son who was stillborn. Eleven years later I nearly lost my daughter to a meningitis bacteria. she was only four, but miraculously survived. No parent should lose a child. I was lucky, the support I received was incredible, the same as when I lost my husband, my lifeline and soul partner. Too many losses and too many nerves touched. The support I received kept me going and I am so grateful to all the people who helped me through, surviving such a tough time.
Today I was touched again when I was given the news that the son of one of the Indian ladies I met whilst working on our Daadi project, lost his life because of a motorcycle accident.
We have been surrounded by bad news, deaths from Covid19 and suicides, brought on by uncertainty and depression. I have tried to avoid these subjects on my blog, however, I feel just once in a while, they need to be acknowledged. Not to make us feel sad, but to help us all rise up and do what we can to support those people who are dire need of help.
India is having a tough time and is now the 4th most affected country, trying to cope with COVID19. On top of everything else, in Jaipur they are still trying to dig themselves out of mud from the rains. The people are resilient though and will work hard to survive this, That is what I love about this nation. We can learn a lot from them.
together we can work towards making a better world