Love never dies

it’s sometimes hard to believe how things that happened so long ago can be so clearly remembered. like being recorded by a video camera, the images very deeply imprinted into the memory.

my grandma (dad’s mom) lived together with my parents, sister and me until she passed away when i was 4/5 . i can still clearly “see” the flat, my cot, her bed… even how i saw her lying in the funeral parlour. no fear. just very peaceful like sleeping. she was the one who spend most of the time with me when i was small. watching me coming back from kindergarten from a window, accompanied by another lady. …

i never felt she left me even after she was not in the physical body 40+ years ago. quite the contrary, i sense her presence all the time. a very loving, embracing, unconditional type.

my other grandparents lived close to our home then. we visited them often and share a big meal every week. the scenes, even the smell and look of the foods still very vivid.

my uncle and aunt, finally much better off than my parents, invited us often to their home, took us to swim in luxurious clubs, boat trips, resorts..

Heartfelt thanks to you all those for all your love, generosity and kindness. no kind thought /word / deed will be forgotten no matter how small.

Love never dies. Only love is real.

Namaskar

Sat Nam Deep I