I wake up early, long before the alarm goes off. The stillness of the early morning, the chilly inky blackness is a shroud I can’t shrug off. The heart is numb, the mind separates itself to play my private film of the tsunami. This year, the sixth after the tsunami, there is no need to jump out of bed for the early morning drive along the coast road — the heart wrenching stop at Hikkaduwa, where it all happened and then to Katudampe temple for the almsgiving for my brother Prasanna Kirtisinghe.
I try to call home but no one picks up the phone. They must be on the way to the temple with the alms. The temple at Katudampe off Ratgama is an oasis of calm. The young novice monk was someone that Prasanna helped. He and the chief priest the scholar monk Rev. Hikkaduwe Tilaka was there to conduct the funeral rites for Prasanna. I miss myself at the almsgiving. The ritual of healing is missing.
The sea was my friend from childhood. The friend I talked to, listened to. There is no sea close by for me to go sink my feet into the softness of the sand, and ask again the same unanswered questions. Today, my solace is in the images from the past. We’ve held back the tears and moved on but the pain after all these years is no less.
Time is never a great healer only lessens the pain. tc/m
Dear Chulie, thinking of you and your enormous loss at this time of year, always. love, Jan
This is an anniversary which literally turned your lives upside down and what occurred on that fateful boxing day is understandably filled with sorrow.
We share your grief with the family in faraway Galle. May Prasanna be loved and remembered by those day and near to him for a very, very long time to come.
I didn’t have the good fortune to meet your brother Prasanna. I understand how painful it would have been to the family to lose a loved one especially under those circumstances. May he attain the supreme bliss of Nibbana.
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