The Silent Scream

Papa said that it rained again today. He tried looking into the rain clouds to see if mummy was there. There were streaks of lightning and claps of thunder, but mummy did not appear.

Papa misses mummy very much. He is always thinking about her. He says that everything he does, at every waking moment of the day, is sprinkled with mummy's scent. It always brings the memories flooding back in a flow of tears. Time is supposed to heal. It only seems to drill the wounds in deeper. How do you mend a broken heart, salvage a shattered soul.

Papa says that their relationship was likened to cooking a meal together in the kitchen of love. One moment savouring the aromas and teasing their taste buds in anticipation of what was to come. The next moment, nothingness. Waking up to a world of anger, hurt and loneliness. Words left unsaid, feelings unexpressed. Only the lingering memories of loving eyes and the mutual smiles of unspoken love.

Mummy dearest, you are all the way up there, but we really need you down here with us. I pray that Jesus will let us see you very soon. Pray with us mummy.