My Peripa

Let me tell you something about my Uncle I treasure as a human being.

He is in a critical state, lying in the hospital bed, opposite to the characteristics he usually possesses.

He was always an active man – he had the smile that would make you believe things were supposed to be happy. He had the temper and discipline that made you not stray. He had the warmth that you look forward to in a friend. He had the patience and love that made him the best husband any woman could ever have. He was an exceptional father to the kids and loved them to bits. Above all, he was a great person – he loved life, he had vast knowledge, umpteen memories, many acts of kindness, he was exemplary of being there for his loved ones. 

He was full of laughter and fun – every time I think of the happiest memory with him, I think of the loud song he used to sing waking me up when I stayed at Singapore with my cousins, aunt and him. And the jokes – he cracked me up with his jokes though sometimes I used to call him the PJ master for the Poor Jokes. He loved history, literature, sports, finance, everything! I can’t think of a topic that didn’t interest him or that he didn’t know about. He was outstanding.

He loved his work way too much at his age. I wish he didn’t … I regret that I had been stronger with my talks to him that he should get home sooner after work and take care of his health and stress levels. I wish I did … maybe that would have saved him from that horrid night that led him to this state.

Today he is lying down with no response to life basing his life on machines that give some hope, while we cry torn with this state of seeing him suffer and to have to make the hardest decision that will ever be.

Many miles away from Singapore, in India, I have been crying for many hours now, reliving every memory of him in my life, and worrying the struggle my dear cousins and aunt are going through since last ten days.

I have talked aloud to him in my empty room begging him to wake up now, hoping for one miraculous moment to happen , praying to God to give him 1 millionth of his usual energy to just be alive again …

This is not how we wanted you take off and relax Peripa … Please breathe again, don’t leave us like this. Give us a chance to take care of you. Come back home. I miss your facebook updates, I miss your silly PJs, I miss your warmth and laughter, I miss you more than ever.

My requests to Peripa continue to be asked – ‘please wake up’ ..

My prayers and love go on for my Aunt and cousins – who have been way too strong till now. I love you guys, and you mean a lot more to me than you will ever know.

There are things that we don't want to happen but have to accept, things we don't want to know but have to learn, and people we can't live without but have to let go.

-        Anonymous

With desperate prayers to not have to let you go,
With much Love.

Two days later, on Monday, the 4th of December 2013, Peripa passed away. He will be remembered for the amazing person that he was, and for us - the family, things will never be the same again without him... I love you Peripa ...