I can't believe we lost you yesterday, forever. I saw you in my mind's eye as I woke up this morning, looking as elegant as ever with your hair in its French roll and your brightly coloured saree with a sleeveless blouse. I don't know if you know how much I admired so many things about you: your energy, your eagerness to learn new things and to teach other people, your youthful zest for life, that bright smile. How feisty and independent you were and how proud, no matter what circumstances you were living in. How much confidence you had in your ability to do things. How much courage you had to live life all on your own. What lovely taste you had in jewelry, in clothing and how chic you were, how stylishly you wore your clothes. What a beautiful name you had - Champakamalini, though we always shortened it to Champa - and how much it suited you, that fragrant, elegant, strong flower.
I can't believe I'm not going to hear your youthful voice, making me roll my eyes at one more piece of advice doled out in your high, lively voice. I can't believe I hadn't met you in so long and that now I'll never meet you again. I can't believe that you never met Puddi - the two of you would have bonded about the manic energy you share. Or that you never saw Bojjandi.
I still have the beautiful frock you got me for Chubbocks' first birthday - what a pretty girl he made - and I remember how much I liked it that you had taken the trouble to travel all this way for his birthday.
I hope you know how much I loved you and respected you and how integral a part you played in shaping me to be who I am today. I will always miss you. XXX
2 comments:
Your aunt sounds lovely.
I'm so sorry to hear of your loss.
Dips - she wasn't easy to live with, but she was the best.
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