A bitter sweet start to the new year, my Thatha (Grandpa) passed away on New Year’s Day. Same day as my brother’s birthday and the day after my parents anniversary, so it’s some mixed feelings regarding the last 24-48 hrs. I had a great time ringing in the New Year with Beth, Tasha, Sudhir, Marina and their friends in D.C. but now I can’t help thinking of what was happening about 11hrs away in India during the night here…
I always, always picture Thatha with his cigar (or pipe), walking stick, and driving his jeep around. Whenever in India I would be his chauffeur and hate that my last trip there in 2008 I did not once drive him around. Don’t know how it happened, but I never did. I had just thought “well next time” cause I didn’t see him slowing down till he was past 100! I also have a few photos of him, but I’m glad the photos I have are the typical images I always expected of Thatha. Reading his paper, smoking his cigar, driving the Jeep and taking his walks. I was really looking forward to Beth meeting him, that too in about 2 weeks time, as well as my bro’s kids there and have 4 generations there.
That was a picture I would have been sure to have taken.
My bro’s post is here.