A beautiful soul



Something made me hesitate to leave to go to work on Monday July 29th.  I had barely left to go to work when I got a call from prakash (my brother in California).  Getting a call on a weekday morning from my brother has been the pattern for the last few pieces of bad news he has had the singular misfortune to share with me.  Today was no exception.  He had to break it to me that our mother passed away.

My mother, Sharada Krishnamoorthy, a beautiful soul who touched the lives of so many, is no more.  I have had to read this shocking statement - shocking because it is so sudden and unexpected - and I still can't believe it.

She must have known.  The last 4 months of her life were spent in a sort of a goodbye.  She left India along with my father for a trip to visit all of us in North America.  She spent time with prakash and jayanthi in California,  Rajesh and aarti in Toronto and finally with us in Houston - she got to be quite close to the kids.  Our week spent in Colorado was a cacophonous and raucous week as is usual for our knk family meets.  She looked on indulgently while we 'kids' played our games.  When she landed back in India, she met with both her sisters and spent a little bit of time with them.  She even went to Chennai and got to meet with the thiruppugazh crowd.  She is loved, respected, and revered in her many circles.  It feels like she said goodbye to each and every one of us.  She took her leave, and moved on.

How much of knowing and learning from a person is enough?  Do you ever get satisfied with a goodbye?  Don't you always crave for more?  Very rarely is there a time when you feel that a person is better off leaving this world.  

She was always adopting people and followers wherever she went.  She was willing to share her soul so much so that she had an innumerable number of sons and daughters who loved her.  It was apparent in the send off she received today.  She never knew how to say no.  She was the gift that kept on giving.  I wish there was a way to hold on forever.  I wish there was a way to keep learning from her.  I wish she were still here.  One more song, one more alphabet pullaiyar.  One more joke.  One more... Forever.



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