My Son

The words of Sarhbub

My son died. The place in my heart and my home that he once occupied have been replaced with sadness and memories. I asked Hodish about my pain. He said that he understood, he too had lost a child many years ago. He said that I should focus on the good that has happened to me and not on the bad. I said I didn’t understand, so he gave me a list.

Because of my son Krig, I have had four years with my mate Prurz. I still have another son, Kolg, who is now a young man and may soon have a mate and a child of his own. I have my own hut and much wealth.

I told him that I lost my son, and now my mate Prurz will move out and I will be on my own again. Without a mate I will have to work harder to trade for meat and will have to spend my wealth.

He smiled at me and then asked me some questions. “Would you have rather not mates  with Prurz at all?”

I said, “no, the last four years have been good.”

He said, “Are you more grateful for your life or are you more sad?”

I had to think about that one for a while. Finally I said, “grateful.”

“Then remember,” he said. “Remember and be grateful – the sadness will seem less.”

I’ve been thinking about what he said. I think I am glade there is a hole in my life, for without it I would not have anything worth living for.

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