Grief Revisited

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Grief Revisited
by Monda
24-Mar-2010
 

My daughter's friend and classmate was reported missing last Sunday.  After receiving text messages and calls by friends, my daughter rushed home frantically to gather her search and rescue gear to join others in looking for Alicia.  "What do you mean she's missing?!"... my original reaction was disbelief of the probability of someone like Alicia missing.  At age 16 these girls and their classmates had backpacked and hiked on two week long trips to the highest points on the Sierras, the sub zero camp sites and rock climbed the lowest deserts by the Joshua Trees... How could she be lost in the tame nature of Tennessee Valley?!

I tried to celebrate Norooz with friends, chatting over tea and Norooz cookies, enjoying the wonderful company of all, while having my daughter's search for Alicia in my mental background. I finally heard her pained tearful voice, "Alicia's dead Mom... she fell off the cliff and into the Tennessee Cove".. I lost my balance in my friend's kitchen as I listened to my daughter's tears. This was hours after Alicia's body was found in the ocean about 2 miles away from her camp site.  My daughter did not want my New Year celebration interrupted.  At that point she and others had gathered for couple of hours in school trying to connect to their loss of Alicia.

Yesterday morning she walked out of the shower with tears down her face, "I can't make sense of this Mom... I feel so confused".  All I had to offer was my hug and reassurance that "we can't make sense of this tragedy, even at my age..." we cried together tightly holding on to each other, feeling the burning sensation of our tears, or not.

I look at our rug filled by Alicia's photos. I don't know how many times I have reviewed their memories in these photos since last night when my daughter was asked to do a collage for Alicia's memorial.  The bright beautiful glow in Alicia's eyes, the radiance of her laughter, her enjoyment of Persian food at our house, her humble smiles during their post-trip slide shows where I saw her photographs of the intense mountain peaks and water holes...

"... Mom, Nothing matters".... "Everything matters, because may be the last time we experience them....we can only accept the reality of loss, we can't control it". At age 17, Alicia fell into the Tennessee Cove.

I cannot stop my mental ruminations of how long until Alicia's last breath?  What was going on her mind? How did she fall off that cliff?! Why her?!  Why Now?!...  

My tears are also for Cathie and John and Alicia's 12 year old sister. 

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minadadvar

Monda Jan

by minadadvar on

Sorry for your loss.  This must be very painful and for you and your daughter.


Monda

Tissan va Azadeh aziz

by Monda on

Local friends who heard about Alicia on the news have been calling to inquire about the "real" reason leading to her death.  That's how incredible this tragedy is to most people, especially those who knew her strong survival skills.

Azadeh jan, thank you for your comment.  That headstone makes sense to me completely. Alicia too will always be remembered by the love everyone felt for her.  What was there not to love?!  


Azadeh Azad

My condolences, Monda jan

by Azadeh Azad on

From a headstone I once saw:

Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal.

Azadeh


tissa

Tragic

by tissa on

I heard about Alicia on the news.  I didn't realize your family knew her, Monda jan.  Unspeakably sad.


Monda

Thank you for reading me

by Monda on

Fouzul Bashi, in a 17 year old's developing mind leaning toward abstractions in life, the concept "No Why" is a tough one to process.  She and I are certainly working on it.  I have taken today off to be of help if she needs me nearby.

Yolanda, all my kids' friends have had Persian food, it's one of those things that just happens... no special kindness involved.  Alicia was half Samoan, half European American. 

Nazy jan, Thank you for wise words and the Gibran poem.  That is one of my favorites as well. You know Nazy, I think that life teaches us as parents to allow our loved ones to spread their wings, but I don't think we can ever be properly prepared in that process, to lose them for ever.  Alicia's parents are still in shock, I'm hoping by the second memorial they will open up to the intensity of their real sadness and shed Their tears. 

MM and Azarin, thank you for your sentiments.  

 

 


Azarin Sadegh

Heartbreaking...

by Azarin Sadegh on

Oh my dear...Such a terrible loss! Totally heartbreaking...:-(


MM

sorry to hear it - parents are not meant to bury own children

by MM on

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Nazy Kaviani

Heif...

by Nazy Kaviani on

I'm sorry to hear of your daughter's loss of a beautiful and vibrant young friend, Monda Jan. How can we ever make sense of a young person's loss? We can't. All we can do is to gather around those alive and to celebrate life as best as we can, saying all that needs to be said and doing all that should be done while we still have a chance. My warm hugs and good vibes to your daughter and her friends as they learn another needlessly painful lesson in life. I pray for Alicia's parents to find the courage and the patience they will need for forging ahead. This is for them:

Children

Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.

Gibran Khalil Gibran


yolanda

....

by yolanda on

It is a parent's worst nightmare! Moment like this, words fail.....Is she Korean? Chinese?

Monda, you are kind! You hosted her for Persian food!

Sorry to hear the tragic loss!


Fouzul Bashi

Monda, I am so sorry ...

by Fouzul Bashi on

Awful .. I am so sorry ..   There is no 'Why' ..  It just happens. May time heal her parents.  Take care of your daughter's grief.  It must be so hard for her ..


Monda

just surreal...

by Monda on

Thank you.


Jahanshah Javid

:(

by Jahanshah Javid on

Very sorry to hear about Alicia's tragic accident. Heartbreaking...