Again, it feels quite morbid to find the “goods” in a week when baba died. Thinking about the “goods” is therapeutic though and it shifts my focus away from sorrow.
Baba’s end was peaceful. Like ma, he went gently into the night.
He never had to know that ma had passed away.
He was in his own home cared for by people who cared about him.
My friend from Hyderabad called long distance to arrange for steady supply of oxygen cylinders to make sure baba could breathe.
My friend’s husband, a physician, took baba’s caregiver’s call at any hour and guided him over video call. He took charge of my father’s well being and did his best to help him recover. When I approached my friend regarding his fee they declined.
My cousin registered him for health department in case he needed readmittance to hospital.
My friend from school and her husband stayed in constant touch with the caregiver, ready to help.
A friend from social media who I never met in real life jumped into action making calls for oxygen.
I write all this to show that people fought with him and for him.
My flowers look beautiful and there is not a single weed in sight. Weeding, watering and tending to the plants have been truly comforting.
Sahana graduated from college with magna cum laude in both her majors.
I went to Sahana’s graduation and met my big, beautiful family that I married into. They held my hand, lend a ear and just loved. I could give my mother in law a hug after over a year.
Ma and baba would be happy to know I am enveloped in love and kindness by friends and family near and far in my time of need.