You continue to live in our hearts … and always will!
Today marks yet another year since dearest Ammi went away leaving a gaping hole in all our lives.
People always tell you that the pain gets better over time – but does it really? Perhaps it is not so much the pain but the sense of loss that never goes away. If anything, I miss her more each day – as does my father, whose life has not been the same since that heartbreaking moment 6 years ago when the doctor told us that she had died in her sleep. That moment of total disbelief is carved in our memories.
My mother was such a beautiful person. Her lovely gentle smile lit up our lives and soothed our souls. Her faith in us made us believe that we could do anything we wanted to. Her sweet nature and her overall goodness made the world a special place for all those who knew her. There was a magical aura about her that appeared to protect us from everything that was evil. It was as if she made us invincible. Nothing could hurt us as long as Ammi was around.
She was our friend and our confidante. She laughed with us with uncontrollable glee and dried the tears when we were sad or hurt. She magically took away the pain and stored it away within a special corner of her heart so that it would never touch us again.
When we were kids and came running home from school, she was always there to listen to the zillion and one stories that we had to tell. As we grew up and started working, she was there to welcome us at the end of each day. I remember that the first thing I did as I walked into the house was to go say hello to ammi, to hang out with her, to tell her how my day had gone, who had done what to whom, what had gone right, what had gone wrong. She was the bearer of all our secrets. There was no-one we trusted more.
There are very few people who are content with life, who never complain no matter what life dishes out to them. Ammi was such a person. I never heard her complain or ask for anything. She was happy with whatever she had, no matter how little that was at certain stages of her life. Even when she had to be in hospital for long periods, she was worried about the stress it put on us, rather than what she was going through.
I don’t think Abbaji ever felt pressured to earn more, to do more. She was always grateful that life had given her such a wonderful and caring husband and loving children. She was the perfect wife, the perfect mother.
Ammi was always the glue that held us all together, and even now it is her memory that keeps us so close as a family.
Thank you Ammi for the sacrifices that you made for me. Thank you for all that you have given me and all that you’ve done for me.
I know there were times that, had it not been for your unselfishness, my life would have been so very different, not as balanced, and certainly not as happy.
Thank you for giving me life. Thank you for your example. Thank you for the joy that you brought into our lives. Thank you for the love that we always felt, that we never took for granted. Thank you for being so very special. We loved you so much dearest, precious Ammi. Nothing can take your love away from us. You will be in our hearts always.
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