Imagine you are 73. You’ve just been diagnosed with cancer. And you are determined to find positive energies in every challenge. You want to surround yourself with your children. And honestly all that you want is they be happy and they love you. You know time is limited and you focus on making the present moment meaningful,.
Your blessings include a loving husband who fears losing you more than you fear your own passing. Your own house. And enough in your bank to allow you to meet friends and family in other cities without ever needing to ask anyone. You refuse to be confined and make it a point to catch up on a movie, a tea date with a friend or a trip to your favourite charitable home at least while you can.
All you want is peace, love and freedom.
And instead all you get are daily demands for your signatures on stamped papers and legal sounding letters . Hostility between your children. Files that go missing. And jewellery that’s already been apportioned. Instead of celebrating life the way you want, your children begin to sulk, whisper and bicker. Your favourite son shouts at you because you say no to another of his demand. And instead of smiling with your children, your heart hurts and breaks so bad. Not because he shouts at you. Or no longer eats on the dining table when you do. But because you see the greed in his eyes. And that has overpowered every other feeling he has for you.
You turn the Tarot cards with just one question, whether your child will ever realize just how much he’s hurting you, his one and only mother.
You don’t even need to know the answer. You wipe away a tear. And answer the phone. Your husband is missing you during tea time and wants to know where you are. You smile, thank your reader and leave. Outside the wind is blowing, and a tree bows down low as you pass.
Mita Bhan