Today at school drop off and at pick up, many mothers were talking about Natasha Richardson’s sudden death. There were some who were utterly devastated and some who were analyzing in detail about how and what exactly happened to her.
I am not a huge fan of TV or commercial Hollywood crap, so I am not too familiar with her work. I am sure she is a great actress and comes from a family of great actors like her mother, Vanessa Redgrave. Nevertheless, I opted for silence and kept my thoughts to myself. However, an important feeling started immerging as I was walking home with my children.
“I can loose my loved ones in an instant from a freak accident….” !
As soon as we were done with homework, snack time and various other mundane tasks that needed to be done with children, I had this terrible urge to sit in front of my computer and write my thoughts.
Life is amazing, beautiful, sweet, colorful and fun… it is also hard, tiresome, painful, bitter and cruel. Basically, it is what it is! We need to make the best of what we have, with the cards that are dealt to us. I, for one have always been thankful for what I have. I have a fantastic soul mate, friend, companion, comrade and a great lover, my husband. We share similar political views… we dream a like when it comes to our future endeavors and share similar backgrounds both in culture (being Turkish but having lived in many countries) and (lack of) religion. I feel lucky to find our paths cross 15 years ago in London. I am so very thankful for his strong presence in my and my children’s lives.
I am also thankful for my two beautiful, smart and talented children. I cannot imagine anything better then being a mother to them.
Before this turns into some kind of a long and boring speech like the Oscars, I just want to share with you, this particular blogger (me), like a little dot on a huge canvas feels connected to something. Not God, not religion but other human beings and that’s enough….
Knowing good people both in my life and out there is simply enough….
I take a deep breath in and say to myself... "I am glad I am alive...."
Peace out...
Thursday, March 19, 2009
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Like you Nevin, I had not heard of Natasha Richardon until her unfortunate accident.
We live on a wonderful planet surrounded with so much beauty.
Sometimes it is good to take a deep breath and appreciate the beauty around us rather than focus on undesirables.
This is a bit different from the average celebrity tragedy.
These people are not like the usual Hollywood people, detached from reality.
Natasha's husband, Liam Neeson, although a well-known actor, is just an ordinary Irish guy, and a genuinely decent man. You can be sure he's truly heartbroken and defeated by this freak accident.
I feel sorry for him and for his children.
Nevin, you said: "Knowing good people both in my life and out there is simply enough…."
Well, here's some extra good news for you from a real 'oldie'. The more years that go by, the more you come to realise that that's more than enough.
// ; ^ )
Good on you. Keep that feeling in your heart, Nevin.
The peace of the night.
Hi nevin,
I've been reading your blogs for a while now and have always found beauty in the way you expressed love for humans in general and and your family in particular. This blogg is especially beautiful in this aspect and it warms the heart.
It was early WWII period in Istanbul
They were two small girls. It was early WWII period in Istanbul. Seaside district Caddebostan was very popular at summer time. Two girls were in an old Ottoman mansion at the seaside, where the Ministry of Education used this mansion as summer camp for successful schoolgirls, as reward for their hardwork. Poor but successful girls of elementary schools were invited based on their accomplishments.
Hadiye was also one of those chosen successful few. Her mother was the only surveyor of the wealthy family of Bosnia in WWI, who were forced to leave their estates in one day with limited belongings. She arrived to Istanbul after a long and dangereous walk for more than 3000 miles. She had only her old aunt with her. In Istanbul, she got married with Abdulkadir bey, Istanbul Fatih court staff. They had one daughter, Hadiye. Abdulkadir Bey passed away shortly due to early hearth attack. Mother Fatma Muzeyyen Hanim earned life as tailor for housewifes of the district. Her only daughter Hadiye was a shy, thin girl and very successful in the school.
The other girl was from rich strata of the other Istanbul. Gonul was attending to a private expensive reputable elementary school in rich Nisantasi district. Her father Abdurrahman Bey was a rich successful businessman. He had a textile plant in Yesildirek to produce underwares and its marketing organisation. Her mother was an educated housewife with some rheumatismatic health problems. That year parents decided to go to a health clinic in one of Romanian hot springs. They decided to send Gonul to the same summer camp provided that they pay some contribution for general expenses.
Two girls become friends shortly. Their beds were next to each other. That summer was extraordinary time for them. They swam at the sea, played together. They dreamed future, getting education, visiting foreign lands, getting married, having children. Every morning they looked at each others eyes in order to have a good day ahead.
At the end of the summer camp, they exchanged their postal addresses, promising to write a letter each week, and they kept that promise. One day, Gonul took the public tramway and she visited her friend in their small house at the other end of the city. Mother Fatma Muzeyyen hanim prepared a vageterian lunch for them since it was only available with their budget. Later the day, they talked, played, and walked at the nearby Zeytinburnu seaside.
The next week, the first time in her life, Hadiye took the tramway, and came to the other end of the city, Harbiye ValiKonagi Street, very popular rich section of the city. Gonul lived with her family in a new apartment flat, next to Govener's mansion. Housemaids, cook, and driver served them. They invited Hadiye to their weekend lunch. Hadiye answered their questions in short and smart responses. Family has happy for that friendship, and they encouraged for their weekend meetings. In the afternoon, they walked down to the main street and watched a new foreign film.
The following 4-years, they exchanged reciprocal monthly visits and weekly letters to each other. One day Gonul stopped sending letters. Hadiye was so worried that she took public tramway and went to their house. Door was openned by the elder sister. Ayse said the bad news with pale white face. Hadiye left apartment and cried nonstop on the way back, and more on the days after.
That springtime, parents decide to start cleanup and maintenance in their summer house in the Prince Islands, on the Sea of Marmara, near Istanbul. Gonul joins the helpers that weekend. Weather is relatively hot. She decides to swim at the seafront. However on the same day, the nearby senatorium disposes the dangereous winter refuses into the sea. She gets infected, although immediately hospitalised, but cannot be saved.
Hadiye never forgot her childhood girl friend. She prayed for her all her life. She attended to schools and became a teacher on Turkish Literature. She got married and had children.
On a hot summer night, on the same seashore of Istanbul, where that big old Ottoman mansion was at the back, full moon raised between the Prince Islands on the front, she told this story to her elder son.
[Sorry for cutting in line, Nevin.]
Thanks for that, Yuvakuran.
Like I always say, live today as it would be your last, but also remember that today is the first day of the rest of your life...
I feel sorry for the people who are dead though living, rather than who live even after their deaths...
Ardent... indeed.
Bock... I can not imagine the pain her family must be feeling right now.... like you, I really liked Liam, Neeson as an actor.
Richard... Even though I have never met you, I regard you as a beautiful soul... Thank you for being around.
Sean... Peace of the night dear friend.
Andy... Thank you so much for following my blog and for your encouraging & kind words.
Yavrukuran... That was a beautiful story. Are you the eldest son..?
TT... very true.... :)
Yes
waw.... what a lovely family story... you must pass it on to your children!
well, i havent heard neither about her nor the accident until now, but such sudden deaths always saddens me. it didnt happen to me personaly, but i know a lot of people who has lost a loved one, mostly a parent. i know that we can lose a loved one anytime, and i just pray that that doesnt happen to me.
I agree with you Super Hero... we must enjoy every moment with our loved ones.... and remember that every moment is important... hard to do, but not impossible... :)
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