Today Leelamma passed away. She took care of all of us in the extended family. She was the last generation of the family which would take care of ours. Why do I feel that the systems are falling away? How many branches of the family really care? What will I feel when I am there next time? Can I really recall all those memories over here? Why am I so far away?
The last time we were there she insisted that people "harvest" the mangoes and put it in a sack to send it with us. She showed us around the house and waited for the day when we would go back and restore it all to its former glory - it will happen - only thing is that she will not be there and it also scares me - who else will not be there?