Two years have rolled around since Gulshan was last here… on 18th July, we were forced to remember the day he collapsed. But mostly, we were reminded of the time when he was ripped from our lives. It has been two years since we last saw him, heard him, held him, smelt him, laughed with him, kissed him.
The anniversary of Gulshan's death is always a confusing time for us, quite naturally as we are forced to remember the pain of the loss and to see others remember that too, yet not really know what we should do with ourselves. There is no easy way through it other than to be as kind and gentle to ourselves as possible, and do what the mood takes us.
One thing we agreed on, is that our house could be filled with as many and still we would notice the absence of Gulshan's voice and personality. The dynamic has changed and will remain so, and we’re gradually adapting, but not forgetting.
We always have lots of messages and texts to catch up on. Knowing others remember Gulshan in their own ways is always a comfort to us
The time is still hard, we are still both a little subdued, on edge and weary, but also it felt like a good way to remember Gulshan who helped us improve our life. Who has left such a mark on us, and others in the short time he was here. I believe he could do anything; he made the world dance; he made the music come to life. It would be nice to try to do this at every anniversary to honor Gulshan's legacy, if we can, to remember Gulshan for WHO HE WAS, not how he died, and to remember all that we are to each other. What I can do now is lighting a candle and to concrete visuals to tribute him @ following sites;
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pxtfSBmcZ9c
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_eG90wTDHTE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=auz1WylWeO8