Reflections, Banter and the Honest Truth

My Mum died in 1984, when I was 10. I don't remember much about her, but I do remember that she was a gentle, pleasant lady.  (just like her Mum) I also remember that she was quite a giggler. When she got a fit of the giggles, her face used to turn red, and she used to cover her face with her palm, and you could see her shoulders shaking from the giggling! My dad died last year on May 2nd, almost 30 years after my Mum. Obviously we were all terribly sad to lose him, since he had played the role of both mother and father to us for all these years. He was an honourable man, kind, wise and warm hearted. The days after his death and funeral were sad days at our home. As each of my siblings arrived in Bangalore for the funeral, the tears would start again, and the quiet sadness would envelope the whole house again. Somehow at the end of each day, we would all huddle up in my Dad's room and sit there and recall all the fun, happy times we had with him. Sometimes we were sad th

March 14, 2004 was an important day in my life. It was the day that my husband and I got together. So, this year, it made it a decade.... We have gone through so much together, each of us losing a parent within these 10 years, the birth of 2 lovely girls, moving to another country, moving back home, losing jobs, getting employed again. Those were some of the major things we have gone through. Besides all that there are so many other small, but significant things that we have gone through in  these 10 years.  - the midnight chats when we were first dating. - the late night visits - the doctors visits - surgeries - the arguments about how to raise children - the differences in opinion about money matters - the nights we got drunk together - the wedding and Christmas dances - the minor accidents - the separation when we moved countries - the discussions about religion and God - discussions about family - discussions about love - spending quiet time together -laughing a