We are a small tightly-knit Indian community here in Denver, an extended family of sorts. We take collective pride in the accomplishments of our children, cheering them on with subliminal messages embedded in parental banter. It, therefore, hits us hard when things go wrong, socks us between the eyes, leaving us numb to the unbearable pain that is bound to follow.
It's hard enough to go to a funeral but how does one go to a funeral of a child?
Life is far too short, far too fleeting and far too unpredictable. Instead of leaving a comment, please hug your child or a loved one.