Remembering "My Ma" on her 4th Death Anniversary!
My Ma left us for heavenly abode four years ago today. Last, to last year, I wrote about her and feel nothing has changed.
In some ways, it seems like many years have passed since she left us. Her absence is part of my daily life now. But there are still times when the wound still feels fresh. At some point many days, I think I should call her and have to remind myself I can no longer do this.
Ma was my biggest fan. Growing up, the word that I associate with her is love. I remember as a child that it was unconditional and expressed often. I knew she was proud of me, but I never felt like I had to do anything to earn her love – it was just there.
I still have with me in the purse, the letter she wrote to me when I was leaving home for my first job in Mumbai. The values she gave me held me up as a good human being in various parts of my life. She supported me in all major decisions of my life, my decision to start my career in Mumbai, my decision to choose my Life Partner, many others.
Near the end of her life, she reaffirmed what a strong person my Ma was. After she was admitted to hospital in her last days, she was determined to recover and come back home on her own terms. At the end, She decided not to come back home from Hospital to give anyone any trouble. My Ma had grit, warmth, a positive outlook on life, and an independent streak that served her well during the last days of her life.
Here’s what I am missing on this fourth anniversary of my Ma’s death:
- The way her face lit up a room when she smiled.
- The warmth of her hugs.
- The way she loved to celebrate.
- The love in her voice every time she spoke my name "Manna!!".
May her memory be a blessing. Her Son, Manu
In some ways, it seems like many years have passed since she left us. Her absence is part of my daily life now. But there are still times when the wound still feels fresh. At some point many days, I think I should call her and have to remind myself I can no longer do this.
Ma was my biggest fan. Growing up, the word that I associate with her is love. I remember as a child that it was unconditional and expressed often. I knew she was proud of me, but I never felt like I had to do anything to earn her love – it was just there.
I still have with me in the purse, the letter she wrote to me when I was leaving home for my first job in Mumbai. The values she gave me held me up as a good human being in various parts of my life. She supported me in all major decisions of my life, my decision to start my career in Mumbai, my decision to choose my Life Partner, many others.
Near the end of her life, she reaffirmed what a strong person my Ma was. After she was admitted to hospital in her last days, she was determined to recover and come back home on her own terms. At the end, She decided not to come back home from Hospital to give anyone any trouble. My Ma had grit, warmth, a positive outlook on life, and an independent streak that served her well during the last days of her life.
Here’s what I am missing on this fourth anniversary of my Ma’s death:
- The way her face lit up a room when she smiled.
- The warmth of her hugs.
- The way she loved to celebrate.
- The love in her voice every time she spoke my name "Manna!!".
May her memory be a blessing. Her Son, Manu
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