ForeverMissed
This memorial website was created in memory of our loved one, Mani Venugopal. We will remember her forever.
Posted by Sujatha Raju on April 18, 2021
While I’ve seen Aunty couple of times in SBOA when I was a kid at school, I got to meet and know her from 1999. From day one, I have been impressed and inspired by her kindness, knowledge, confidence and her all around skills. I fondly remember the trips and the time we spent together. When we visited Prexy and family in London, we got to meet Aunty there as well and we all very much enjoyed her company and cooking.

I have learnt quite a few things from Aunty over the years and always looked forward and enjoyed her company when she visited NJ every year. Aunty always cooked a wide spread and packed food for us which used to last for a week. I still remember when Nethra was a baby and we were moving from our Mahwah home to Princeton, Aunty volunteered and came over for couple of days to help with the packing. Aunty was a very giving and helpful person and was like family to us. My mom and Aunty became good friends over the years. We were lucky that my mom had Aunty’s friendship in the last 2 decades and she was a positive influence for my mother. 

Aunty was such a warm, genuine, positive and caring person and it was so easy for everyone to connect with her. Not everyone has that ability to make anyone feel at ease instantly! I very much miss not having spoken to Aunty back in February. In the back of my mind, I did not think it was anything serious and was thinking that it was a matter of time that she would recover fully and we’ll get to see Aunty in NJ☹

It was so nice to see Aunty easily engage with her grandkids – be it knitting, baking, arts, cooking and taking Uber to drop and pick up kids. I remember Aunty taking the Subways here in NJ/NYC as well as in London and going about on her own confidently. Aunty will be very much missed and I’m grateful and blessed for knowing and spending quality time with Aunty over the years.

Our sincere condolences and best wishes to Prexy, Karthik, Vinay, Mira, Anita, Hema, extended family and friends. Aunty’s kindness and warmth was contagious and her memory will live on forever!
Posted by Velammal Subbiah on April 18, 2021
Mani will always be remembered fondly and missed very much. I met Mani in the US when our grandkids were born and since then, we have spent a lot of time together over the last 17 years.

We became good friends and thanks to Mani, I got to travel with her to Tirupathi quite a few times and Shirdi as well. I was always very impressed with how Mani made the arrangements and got people together. She always had a smile and handled everything with a ease. Every year, Mani did the thithi for her late husband and did it with such care and thought.

I very much miss talking to her on a regular basis. Mani was a loving mother and a very affectionate grandmother who doted on her grandkids and she was a great friend to many of us.

I was praying every day for Mani's recovery and I was in disbelief for few days. May her soul rest in peace. My very best wishes to Prasanna, Karthik and the entire family.
Posted by Veerayah Mohghanna on April 14, 2021
It came as a shock and we were so saddened by the news.

Along the way, we lost her contact....
Though we don't see or contact mum, nevertheless we never stopped talking about her good loving character and support which touched many.

Mom was a successful woman who has lived well, laughed often and loved muchwho had gained more respect too.
She will be missed and remembered forever.
Pray for her soul to be enlightened. Om Nama Shivaya

Our sincere condolences
Xavier & Indra
Posted by Ganpy Nataraj on April 11, 2021
I had heard so much about "Prexy's mom" during all of my undergrad years but the privilege of meeting aunty in person would come much later in my life. When I look back at her life now and try to remember her through all that I have learned about her from friends who knew her for much longer than I did, I realize it has been my loss that our paths didn't really cross until after 1997. 

During the summer of 1998, I needed a time critical favor in Chennai. I could have turned to anyone for that but I felt comfortable to reach out to Prexy (who was in the US) for I knew he would do what he could without thinking twice. Needless to say, within a few days, he connected me with aunty and she was there for me, providing me with that timely help, without asking a single question. It stuck me immediately at that moment what an impactful and kind human being she was.

I had many opportunities to interact with her since then and I got to understand what a towering, affectionate, and a kind person she was.
I often use her as a role model in my conversations with my own family.

My last interaction with her was on Nov 18, 2019 in Chennai. It was a very brief meeting and I regret now for not making it last longer. As we parted ways, aunty waved goodbye to me with the same warm and gentle smile that she always adorned. That's the last image of her I would always carry in my mind.

Aunty treated all of Prexy's friends like her own children. It was not just the care and affection she gave us all, but it was something more powerful. She actually made us feel like she was a mother to us. As I type this and think about what she meant to me, that's what strikes me the most. How effortlessly aunty blended into many of our lives and and how effectively she has made us all miss her.

Mani aunty was sort of the person you need not have known at all for her to have made your life just a little better. But for those of us who knew her, she made our lives so much better.

Let's continue to celebrate her life and all the beautiful memories she has left us with.

Peace and Strength to Prexy, Karthik, and everyone else in the family.
Posted by Umasree Raghunath on April 9, 2021
Generally it doesn't take me time to write on any thing.  But really struggling to find words to write in here for the last one week. 

I should have told many things to her when she was around. I missed meeting her as her health started to deteriorate and finally couldn't even be there for her final journey. There is a deep sense of guilt, regret and pain. 

Mani aunty. such a charismatic and elegant woman of substance. I remember meeting her first time as a child in Adyar IIT residence of Ramanujam pedannana...there was an aura around her. An elegance that I was not aware of till then.  The way she draped her saree, the way she got the table ready for lunch...the way she used to watch us play board games and the way she used to run behind Kathu as he took the telescope and ran to terrace saying he want to see comets!  For a town girl..this was all great memories

As a teen, I was super thrilled to hear her stories around temples, architecture, history and I felt like I was actually listening to speaking geography encyclopedia.  Her profession took her to places and if you had a chance to hear her, you would actually experience the travel through her stories...such was the impact.  I started to explore places and we all three sisters love traveling today and probably she had a very silent impact on the way we look at things as we travel.  Influencers need not be always speakers.  The live by example and guide us through their actions. She was surely one.

Though I was not that close to her, like I was with Chitra pinni...I always loved meeting her in marriages and social events in Chennai. When Divyan and Hema came to Bangalore, I remember her coming along with srila akka and pedannnana and train stories filled us with laughter.  Every interaction was fulfilling.  As many in the family would remember, her cooking skills probably came in from ammama...

As an adult, I have to write one incident that moved me. Mom and I were in GRT to buy some jewellery just before my wedding. Amma was not a person who would use cards for purchase. When the final bill came, she was short of few thousands and offered to pay by cheque. But the cashier refused to accept. Just as we were discussing this, Mani aunty came along with some of her clients. The minute she saw my mom, she came and greeted us with her usual big smile and enquired how things are. My mom hesitatingly explained the situation and immediately she said she will pay by her card and amma can give her the cheque.  The cashier saw Mani aunty and came running with the owner.  As she introduced my amma as her sister, the cashier immediately said that he will take the cheque and deliver the jewels in few.  I was amused.  That day, I learnt a lesson on the power of networking.  She was cordial, comforting and approachable to people around her.   She was always there to support my mom and they both had a mutual admiration

Recently in a wedding (pappulu akka son's wedding with my husband's cousins sister daughter), we met and enjoyed spending an evening and dinner together.  She kept telling..you are not on the bride side, but with us on the groom's side and was smiling seeing my husband enjoying the tease. such is her charm, wit and humour sense.  Absolutely adorable human being and a very humble soul.

I have seen her standing strong supporting all in family when Prabha aunty passed away....she adored the family...she perseveringly sailed through life's ups and downs.  To me she will always remain a favorite aunt. 

My deepest condolences to Babji anna, Kathu, and families and also to Chitra pinni, sundaram chinnnana, Hema, Srila akka , Girish anna and pedannana.. Sharing your grief and loss ! 

I am sure she is in a better place, far away from human suffering and watching over all of us.  Om Shanthi!

""Don't grieve for me, for now I am free; I'm following the path God laid for me. ..""
Posted by Simu Thomas on April 8, 2021
I had the privilege of knowing Perry’s mom over the last 25 years. I remember her as a very kind, gentle, and soft spoken spirit.  She was always with a smile that conveyed a million words of love, care and confident strength. 
The first time I met her was in mid 90s when I visited her before I left for US to be Perry’s roommate at university. She made me her delicious signature dosas and sides. Over the years I have admired her relentless pursuit of helping others and her kind words of encouragement. Her love and her care for Perry and his family when we saw them together in New Jersey are precious memories. She left in peace fulfilled with the comfort and care of Perry and her family. We miss her.
Posted by Yana Shaparenko on April 8, 2021
I am very sad as the news and reality sink in...But I know atthama is watching over us right now and she is in a better place.

Atthama was such a kind, sweet and active lady. Even though I knew her for a relatively short period of time, we bonded ao well and we made many happy memories together when she was visiting us in 2019.

She will be really missed and I am sad I won't have the opportunity to get to know her more and spend more time together in the UK or India.

I will also miss our Sunday Kriya sessions

When she was visiting us in the UK, we used to do kriya together in the morning. I would go to the living room, our "kriya meeting place" and she would always be there before me patiently sitting on the sofa. She was always so calm, kind, composed and peaceful enjoying a cup of coffee before we start. I remember this moment so vividly and fondly. Then she would guide the kriya session making sure I am doing it right sharing all the tips she knew. It was a lovely time. I could add so many more moments more.

My family from Ukraine sending the condolences as well. They are glad they could join Zoom to say the good-bye.

My mom also was lucky to meet atthama in the UK. She was really found of atthama. Despite their language barrier they got on really well right away. My mom is especially sad of the news as we were hoping atthama will come to visit Ukraine.

I know she is in a good place watching over us right now ♥️
Posted by Yamini Krishnan on April 8, 2021
Mani aunty for me is a true inspiration and a super fantastic strong woman who handled and managed everything with a lovely smile on her face always ❤️. Right from my childhood I always looked up to her for the superb dress sense , passion for traveling and multi tasking while taking care of her kids and everything. Still can't believe she is gone that too so soon. I will continue to have the lovely memories of her being right next to me all through my marriage as a pillar of support Praying that she is in a painless world now. Om Shanthi
Posted by Hema Bashyam on April 7, 2021
Like everyone else who knew her and loved her, I haven’t really accepted the reality that my beloved Mani Peddamma is not with us anymore. When my mom called me in early January this year to tell me the news of Peddamma’s diagnosis with ANCA-Vasculitis, I remember thinking, “eh, what’s that?” and then, “never mind, whatever it is, it’s going to be fine because its Peddamma, and she can beat anything.”

And initially, that’s exactly what happened – she went into remission quite quickly after starting treatment. We all breathed a collective sigh of grateful relief. The side effects were horrendous though and not something that she could deal with by herself. After being with her for a few days in Chennai, my parents convinced her to come to Bangalore, so they could continue to care for her and help her as she recuperated.

But within a few days, it was clear that there were other things starting to go wrong and she was hospitalized in early March. My cousin Prasanna flew down from the US, and for the next 24 days, it was an up-and-down journey of tests and treatments and specialists and ICU and second opinions, and back to the ward, and back to the ICU, and so on.

My other cousins and I did our best to send emotional support and love across the distances, calling every day and texting, sometimes just to chat and sometimes to share the latest research on her condition or share contacts of experts who could provide additional consultation. She received the best medical care she could possibly get, and the best support, with my cousin always with her and my parents spending their days at the hospital.

On the 28th, we all had a Facetime chat in her hospital room, and she was sitting up and speaking and laughing at our silly jokes, with her face all fresh and bright although she was in between multiple rounds of dialysis. And I really thought, thank God, and started to count down to the summer when I hoped to be able to visit and hug her.

But 5 days later, fate made other plans. We were on video chat with her again, but this time to say a final goodbye. I will continue to believe that even as she took her last breaths, with my cousin holding her and my mom gently stroking her hands, she heard all of our voices telling her how much we loved her and thanking her for enriching our lives.

She was one of the toughest people I know, her self-reliance, resilience and stoicism being legendary among family and friends. She was also the softest and kindest person when it came to her sisters’ children (me included) and simply doted on all her grandchildren (Divyan included). She loved to cook, made the most amazing dishes, and visiting her or having her visit meant being pampered with lavish meals. She loved to sing, had a lovely voice, and our big regret is not having any recordings of her singing her favorite hymns and devotional songs from her Art of Living prayer sessions.

I wish I’d called her more often and asked her to tell me more stories of her countless trips around South India and other parts in her professional capacity as a tourist guide. Her passion and knowledge of temple history and architecture, especially, was really something to behold and appreciate first-hand. I wish I’d asked her to teach me to cook some of her favorite dishes or sing some of her favorite songs. I wish she’d been able to see her grandkids Mira and Vinay go to and then graduate from college. I wish her other son, my cousin Karthik, had also been able to be with her at the end. I wish we’d all had more time with her. I wish I could have hugged her one more time, or listen to her teasingly call me “bonthha kodi” one more time.
I wish.
I just wish.
Will love you and miss you always, Peddamma. Rest well and rest in peace.
Posted by Michele Selwyn on April 7, 2021
I met Mani when working for her son Perry and wife Anita looking after both her grandchildren when they came to work in London 2010 as a nanny

We would collect the children and sometimes have coffee out together . She told me stories about her travels and work with Kuoni as a travel guide ...

Mani had a kind heart ...she was a good listener and always willing to go that extra mile to muck in and help me out with Mira and Vinay .

I got to know Mani over several weeks and we kept in touch when she returned to India . It was my intention to stay with her in Chennai for a visit but due to my own health surgeries , I could not travel so many hours .

It is with sad regret I heard the news of her passing so suddenly ....

Fondly remembered , lady of culture , lady of Chennai ... this is for you Mani :

May you rest in peace and watch over the family .

For Perry : sending my heart felt warmest sympathies .

Mani enriched all of us .. gave her heart and soul to all around her

Will miss you and our chats
Blessings Michele Selwyn London
Posted by Mala Maini on April 7, 2021
Mani you will be in my heart always.Such a poised,graceful and strong personality.Always ready with your guidance and support.My partner in so many trips and visits to various temples,used to marvel at your knowledge and passion..
You are irreplaceable as a friend and mentor.Always with a giving nature,ready with a helping hand always..Faced her challenges with never a complaint..Always learnt from her..Mani so very proud to have had you in my life .I know you will take care of us always.
Thankyou Prasanna for holding us all together.. blessings and love.
Posted by Geetha Poduval on April 7, 2021
Mani my role model
I have always admired Mani for the way she lead her life. Fiercely independent and would take every thing in her stride. I always used to feel that she was ready to face any challenges that life gave her. No one could shatter her spirit and strength.
A great philanthropist in her own humble way, she would never hesitate to lend a helping hand . Yet when it came to spending money on herself she would think a hundred times.
Mani you will be truly missed you were not only a friend but a mentor to all of us. So proud of Prassana and your sister who were with you till the end.
Send us your blessings as always till we meet again
Geetha
Posted by Anita Murthy on April 6, 2021
In remember her fondly. She would come to the US and stay with us every summer, never expecting to be treated like a guest but helping us in every way she could. I remember the amazing meat dishes she made for the kids, and the lovely way she took care of my garden daily. She knit beautiful blankets and stitched our clothing when we needed it. When visiting India she made sure we enjoyed ourselves.
She was a loving grandmother and looked after us well. I was always so impressed with her intelligence- may she Rest In Peace. It will not be the same without her
Posted by Perry Venugopal on April 5, 2021
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Posted by Sujatha Raju on April 18, 2021
While I’ve seen Aunty couple of times in SBOA when I was a kid at school, I got to meet and know her from 1999. From day one, I have been impressed and inspired by her kindness, knowledge, confidence and her all around skills. I fondly remember the trips and the time we spent together. When we visited Prexy and family in London, we got to meet Aunty there as well and we all very much enjoyed her company and cooking.

I have learnt quite a few things from Aunty over the years and always looked forward and enjoyed her company when she visited NJ every year. Aunty always cooked a wide spread and packed food for us which used to last for a week. I still remember when Nethra was a baby and we were moving from our Mahwah home to Princeton, Aunty volunteered and came over for couple of days to help with the packing. Aunty was a very giving and helpful person and was like family to us. My mom and Aunty became good friends over the years. We were lucky that my mom had Aunty’s friendship in the last 2 decades and she was a positive influence for my mother. 

Aunty was such a warm, genuine, positive and caring person and it was so easy for everyone to connect with her. Not everyone has that ability to make anyone feel at ease instantly! I very much miss not having spoken to Aunty back in February. In the back of my mind, I did not think it was anything serious and was thinking that it was a matter of time that she would recover fully and we’ll get to see Aunty in NJ☹

It was so nice to see Aunty easily engage with her grandkids – be it knitting, baking, arts, cooking and taking Uber to drop and pick up kids. I remember Aunty taking the Subways here in NJ/NYC as well as in London and going about on her own confidently. Aunty will be very much missed and I’m grateful and blessed for knowing and spending quality time with Aunty over the years.

Our sincere condolences and best wishes to Prexy, Karthik, Vinay, Mira, Anita, Hema, extended family and friends. Aunty’s kindness and warmth was contagious and her memory will live on forever!
Posted by Velammal Subbiah on April 18, 2021
Mani will always be remembered fondly and missed very much. I met Mani in the US when our grandkids were born and since then, we have spent a lot of time together over the last 17 years.

We became good friends and thanks to Mani, I got to travel with her to Tirupathi quite a few times and Shirdi as well. I was always very impressed with how Mani made the arrangements and got people together. She always had a smile and handled everything with a ease. Every year, Mani did the thithi for her late husband and did it with such care and thought.

I very much miss talking to her on a regular basis. Mani was a loving mother and a very affectionate grandmother who doted on her grandkids and she was a great friend to many of us.

I was praying every day for Mani's recovery and I was in disbelief for few days. May her soul rest in peace. My very best wishes to Prasanna, Karthik and the entire family.
Posted by Veerayah Mohghanna on April 14, 2021
It came as a shock and we were so saddened by the news.

Along the way, we lost her contact....
Though we don't see or contact mum, nevertheless we never stopped talking about her good loving character and support which touched many.

Mom was a successful woman who has lived well, laughed often and loved muchwho had gained more respect too.
She will be missed and remembered forever.
Pray for her soul to be enlightened. Om Nama Shivaya

Our sincere condolences
Xavier & Indra
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Her coffee ritual

Shared by Perry Venugopal on April 8, 2021
My mom was born in Kumbakonam, a town that carries the moniker of “temple town” in a state that has 30,000 temples. The other claim to fame for Kumbakonam is being the birthplace of the famous mathematician S. Ramanujan – a fact that she never let me forget while drilling into me the need to be good at math (Indian parents will always find innovative ways to motivate their kids). The other famous product out of Kumbakonam is its “degree coffee” – a strong brew generously laced with chicory and traditionally imbibed in brass cups to accentuate the flavor and aroma.

The temperature and strength of her coffee were 2 qualities that she was particular about. The daily morning ritual during my school days was as follows: My father would be sitting in the front portico reading his newspaper and my mom would bring the super-steaming brewed coffee in the pot with 2 glasses – lest that it would cool down when transferred to the cups. She would pour the coffee into the cups and enjoy it along with my Dad while chatting with him, as he read the newspaper.

While this daily love ritual was unfolding, there would be 2 creatures patiently waiting for this to end – my dog and me. I would wait for my dad to finish reading the newspaper so that I can dive into it – sports page first and then followed by the front page. My dad liked reading his newspaper unencumbered and the last thing he wanted was someone looking over his shoulder while reading the news. As for my dog, who would patiently wait till the moment my dad gave me the newspaper, he would get up with a spring in his step knowing that his morning walk with my father was imminent.

To be honest, I had forgotten about this for a long time till my mom’s recent stay in the hospital. I would allow myself a 15-minute break each morning in the hospital cafeteria to gather my thoughts, plan the strategy and jot the down the points to discuss with the doctors during our meetings and a hot steaming cup of coffee was my companion during this break.

While I will never get to enjoy a cup of coffee with my mom again, I am happy that she is back drinking coffee with her partner after 25 years. I am sure that she has a lot of things to tell him and get him caught up on. Miss you Mom & Dad and Chintoo, of course.

My friends and my mom

Shared by Perry Venugopal on April 7, 2021
Thanks guys for all the lovely tributes, calls and messages. While it is never easy during these times, your messages have been the sole source of respite from the pain.
Most of you knew my mom well and for her, any friend of mine was, by extension, a son of hers – for whom there would be no compromises in terms of care, calories and “kindall”. The SBOA Boys were of course the first set of guys that she came to know, and she would always talk proudly about how we have all managed to stay in touch for over 40 years. That would also mean that she would never forget our missteps too. She would never let Dina forget how he once called her fish curry, sambhar; or how Subba reminded her of my brother for the last minute fire drill that she and my dad had to go through to get his US visa application in order. She justified Vatsa’s smoke rings as the ring of brotherhood amongst us.
That ring got wider as we entered Pilani – a destination for which all our parents travelled together for the first time in 1990 when they came to drop us off. She saw Simha’s v2.0 potential long before any of us did and Simha would have been my BIL if I had a sister (thank god for that!!). Even to this day, she would always save a portion of whatever she cooked for Simha and asked me to drop it off in Simha’s house on my way to work. She was Al’s biggest FB fan and would update me on his antics during our daily calls. With Sant, she bonded on food and always made sure that she made fresh addai batter for him. She always thought Gan was very level-headed and wondered what he was doing with our “tharuthalai” gumbal. Babu’s Thirenchengodu-Rasipuram connection made him one of her own kin.
The familial bonds extended to the spouses as well. Sujatha & Lakshmi were practically daughters based on their SBOA lineage. Laddoo was her favorite Tirupati travel companion. She always appreciated Mayuri for her dress sense and how it was so apt for her name. One afternoon after one of those endless laccha sessions during the MI trip, she gave me this look of “why didn’t you introduce me to Uma and Kameshwari all these years?”. She knew Deepa’s love for seafood and made sure that she rolled out her seafood trifecta – fish fry, fish curry and shrimp fry during our last lunch in London, to go along her signature dish Madras Biriyani for Deepak. 
It is soul-eviscerating-level hurt to not have her around anymore and even more painful considering the fight she put up over the last month. Her condition would improve one day, and the finish line would be in sight, only for the course to take a different turn or a new obstacle to pop up. This emotional roller coaster went on for 24 days. I had an air bed, a full-time nurse, local dialysis center all lined up for her – ready for her transition home. I had set up insurance, a nephron consultant in the US along with an authorization under compassionate use for an unapproved drug that could help her fight the rare disease that she was diagnosed with. It is incredibly gutting when all of this came to nought – but I have come to realize and accept that like all other things in life, she independently chose the place, date and time of her passing and she wanted to say goodbye on her terms. Our last conversation was tearful & truthful and, in some ways,, I feel that she was waiting for me to say goodbye before she was ready to go. She always had a sense of timing and this occasion was no different – her 11th day ceremony is going to coincide with my dad’s 25th year death anniversary and this year would have been their 50th wedding anniversary. While this is not easy, the only solace is knowing that she is right where she belongs – next to her soulmate.  
I am hoping that the palliative care of her memories will help me tide over the lingering pain and hurt. Thanks again for all the beautiful messages from my friends who are my brothers for life....

Her London Escapades

Shared by Perry Venugopal on April 5, 2021
‘The valiant never taste of death but once’

(Julius Caesar)



After a gallant fight, my mom passed away on Friday – transitioning while lying in my arms, on a video call with her closest family, with a smile on her face and listening to her favorite devotional songs.

Working as a tourist guide for the past 30+ years, she was fiercely independent – financially and emotionally and was working up until the pandemic brought her industry to its knees. Her health problems started only after she realized that the prospects of her work, that was more of a passion rather than profession, began to dwindle.

London was truly a place that she loved, and she and I had recently discussed her relocating to London as she wanted to be closer to my brother and me and she preferred UK to the US. She lived with me for a considerable period during our Sloan year and enjoyed getting around town on her own on the tube. She was moved to tears on seeing Ramanujan’s statue in Cambridge, as she shared the same birthplace with Ramanujan. Our trips to Edinburgh Castle, Bath and other tourist places always had to be accompanied by a professional guide (a requirement she never compromised on). She was awe-struck by what nature offered during the drive on the Road to the Isles, trips to the Scottish Highlands, the Lake District and the moonscape-like vistas on the island of Skye. In a moment of overwhelming emotion, she held my hands tightly as we were standing for a pic in front of Shakespeare’s home in Stratford-upon-Avon and thanked me. When I dismissed her nonchalantly for this gesture, she recalled listening to her father liberally quoting lines from King Lear and Hamlet as a child and never once thought that she would be standing in front of Shakespeare’s home and that made her tear up.

She was a Math major in college and had this remarkable memory. Till she started using a cell phone, she would always remember innumerable phone numbers by heart – never once writing them down. As I analyzed her life, even her life story was a tale of this love with numbers. She was 24 when she got married, lost my father – her soulmate – at 48 and decided to say goodbye to me at the end of another 24 years, just in time to rejoin my dad on what would have been their 50th wedding anniversary.

When she was hospitalized in early March – mainly due the side effects of the medication that she was on to treat the rare blood disorder that she was diagnosed with in early 2021, I left for India within a few hours. I was with her for her entire hospital stay, willing her to get better while taking care of her like a child. Unfortunately, the combination of the fighting a deadly disease in an immunosuppressed state and the multiple organ issues took their toll. I was with her in the hospital for a total of…..yes, you guessed it – 24 days and she was in great spirits till the last day. Only when I sensed the pain in her eyes on the last day, did I tell her that it was okay to rest, thanked her for everything that she did for me, that I would always love her and that she would be with me forever in one form or another.

While it is incredibly gutting to lose her, there is a part of me that feels at peace knowing that she is no longer in pain and has re-joined my dad, catching up with him after 25 long years and relishing the joy that she truly deserved.

‘Death lies on her like an untimely frost’ (Romeo & Juliet)