To have, to love, and then to part
is the greatest sorrow of one's heart.
The years may wipe out many things
But some they wipe out never.
Like memories of those happy times, your smile, your voice and your love and how you cared beyond your immediate family to anyone who came to you for health care. But mostly, how courageously you faced death trying to ensure your loved ones would not feel distress.
We struggle to understand why someone who willingly chose to care for people under the most difficult conditions had to undergo the cruellest disease in the middle of her life. The strength you held as you served in rural healthcare, while making sure you never compromised on your duties as a mother to your two beloved children, a loving wife, a caring daughter or a loving sister was truly amazing. Each time we spoke, your confident voice gave us hope to believe you were in control even though you were fighting a losing battle.
We remember how you excelled in school as the Games Captain and Hockey Captain of SPM and then you chose to read for a higher education in healthcare. Moreover, you insisted on serving the rural hospitals, overcoming all the efforts amma and thatha made for you to return to the city. Yet, you returned to serve people less advantaged in healthcare, working nights and then attending to the needs of your children and family.
Your constant smile lit up your face even when you underwent difficult treatment. As I constantly discussed your condition with our only sister, your hope and courage amazed us. You will always be in our hearts as we strive to keep your dreams alive through your children and by caring for the less privileged, which you were committed to doing for many decades.
Loving husband, children, amma, aiya and nangi