Painful reminiscence.

It's a story that's buried deep. I heard it eons ago when i was a little kid, the incident is too unwieldy to handle and the protagonist is nestling in the abodes of a place high above. What happened on that fateful day i do not know. What were the thoughts flying through my dads mind , i do not know. Did he even in his faintest of sense think his friend breathed his last in that lacerated car sittin beside him , i do not know. Why don't i know every minute detail of this incident that changed the life of a family friend and shook the earth beneath my mom's feet? It's a topic that i have never broached, partly cos i have been told not to dwell on the past. But i would like to know what happened after the accident. Sitting in the northern part of the dark continent, a land full of unacquainted faces, nobody around for comfort and solace, close friends and family a good two oceans away, a wounded body and a dead soul, wailing girls, widowed friend, ill-equipped hospitals, natives talking a strange dialect, these things must have been irrepressible for a young married woman. How did she handle it ? Didn't she even once succumb to all the turmoil around her, i wish to ask all this to my mom but as she says, its better not to dwell on the past !
It was the phone call last rainy saturday that resurrected the story, but again the details were not anything more than what i've heard before. It's been 25 years since the accident but i saw my mom's eyes swell up right after she heard who was at the other end of the phone line. Uncle's daughter is gettin married, it is indeed a joyous occasion for them and my parents, who helped them bury the past and build up their life one piece at a time.

What scares me is , i wouldn't have been alive if the impact was more severe. I would have been a speck in the twinkling sky, unknown of the perils and felicity back down, oblivious of the wonderful family and friends . Such is the enigma of life.