My mom passed away on an October evening in 2013. By the time, we brought her mortal remains home, it was around 9.30 in the night. Or may be 10 O clock. I can’t really remember now. Both my brothers-in-laws were abroad then. In Odisha, we don’t do cremation after sunset. So, we were supposed to keep vigil that night and be with my mother’s mortal remains.
My 70-year-old maternal aunt took an almost three hour road journey that evening (after she received the news of my mother passing away) to be with us. When she hugged me, she told me, “I will never get another chance to sit with your mother again. We all will sit together tonight.”
What stayed with me of that long, painful night is – how valuable is the art of sitting with a person who’s grieving deeply. My mother had a special rapport with all the women who worked in our home and my sister’s home (she’s our next door neighbour). That night, all the three women who have been a part of our household sat together with us. When we told them to go back to their house and take rest, they told us, “We will sit with Ma (mother) and you tonight. If we won’t sit tonight with you and Ma then what’s are we for?” They all had families and young children to look after and yet they sat with us in moments of our deep grief and loss. The image of these women sitting by my mom’s mortal remains and praying for her soul to have a smooth transition to the other world is an image I will carry in my heart forever. My interactions with them are limited to once in a year when I visit home but whenever I think of their kind act of sitting with us that night, I can only feel gratitude in my heart.
The COVID-19 pandemic has made us realise the importance of human connections. In our hearts, we now know how important it’s to have the support of each other. All that we can offer another human being is our presence and love. There’s no need to say anything. Just be there. Your presence is enough for a person grieving. You don’t even have to be on the same mental wavelength. Just sit there. Like the women who sat with me that night. They did not offer me any word of consolation. But their presence gave me a strange sense of strength to sail through the longest and loneliest night of my life.
Recently, I came across this beautiful story shared by a senior advertisement professional on Twitter.
When a child dies, Buddha goes and sits next to the grieving mother. He does not talk. All he does is sit. That’s it. He keeps sitting till the mother finds the strength to let go of the child’s dead body.
p.s This story reaffirms my belief in just sitting with a grieving person. Let us not give this superficial rational modern explanation – “I don’t know what to say to a person in grief.” You need not say anything. Just sit… like the Buddha.