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Sunday, June 14, 2015

A Requiem for Mother



It was around 1 o' clock in the afternoon on Sunday 31st May 2015. Mom was lying on her bed. My sister Mary, niece Reni, Ambily and I were sitting around. Mom’s eyes were closed and her breathing was strained. Although we had seen similar condition few months ago when she was in the hospital, it still did not feel right and a cloud of foreboding enveloped me.  I wanted her to open her eyes, look at me and smile. I called out “Mother” (in the recent past I had started calling her mother and she used to laugh at this) hoping she would respond as she always did. I did not know what to do. I felt helpless in not knowing how I could help my mom. The only thing I could do was to pray.

I took the hymn book.  The song that came to my mind was “Nearer my God to Thee.” I had my hand on her shoulders gently caressing as I started to sing. I finished the first stanza and was at the refrain “Nearer my God to thee, Nearer to Thee”. Suddenly mom opened her eyes wide and took a deep breath. And that was her last breath.

The song stopped in my throat. Ambily and Reni gave out a gasp. The only thing to be done now was to close those eyelids and kiss her still warm body that would fast turn cold.

As Mary, Reni and Ambily were cleaning the lifeless body and clearing it of all the tubes and wires that were supporting her life, I sat stupefied on the chair.  I couldn’t help thinking about that iron lady who though short in stature, stood tall in her spirits, conviction and confidence.

She was born in 1917, two years short of a century ago. In a time when girls were not allowed to step out of the house, she was lucky to have had a father who sent her to a reputed residential school in Kerala called “Nicholson”. After her higher secondary she went for further studies to a far way land (in those days) Madras at Women’s Christian College (WCC).

After completing her studies she joined the Indian Postal Department as a Post Mistress and later she left this position to take up teaching. A few years later she resigned her job to give more attention to her children although the family income was meagre with the focus her husband had on spreading the word of God.

She took the complete load of running the household allowing her children to focus on their studies. Those were the days when there was no cooking gas, no refrigerator, no washing machine or no mixers. This meant that food had to be freshly cooked, loads of clothes hand washed, all the grinding needed for cooking to be on the grinding stones every day; not to forget the cows in the stable and the hens who also needed attention. It is this sacrifice that has helped all of us children to where we are.

She was a strong personality with exceptional administrative skills. She was a support and guide not just for her children but to many in the local community and church in which she was very active till very late into her life.

She enjoyed a healthy repartee laced with humour, especially those rhymed, with no malice intended. She could beat any smart alecs in a verbal rally with her quick-wittedness. Once one of her students in the Sunday School she taught wanted to prove his smartness.

“Teacher, whom did Cain marry?”

As most of you would know Cain  was the son of Adam as per the Bible and there is no reference about any woman in the story of Adam and Eve other than Eve.

Pat came the reply

“Son don’t worry about somebody else’s wife. Read the scripture and learn about life”

Even in her fading years when her memory started to fail her logical mind was still intact.  Once when somebody came to visit her she could not recollect who it was. When he kept on asking her whether she knew who he was he replied with a smile

“If you don’t know who you are, high time you consult a doctor”

In the last few months she was getting to be younger in her mind. She wanted to dress up and even have some make-up. As the days went by she was turning to  be a little baby who wanted to be hugged and even preferred to be allowed sit on lap. She was so lucky to have Ambily looking after her 24 X 7. For my mother, she was a great companion, a well-qualified nurse, a daughter, a mother and a sister all rolled into one. The luckiest thing that happened for mom in the last one year was having Ambily around.

She was also lucky that all her five children who are scattered around the world could spent time with her in the last one year with the eldest and the youngest spending lots of time. This is the only thing that any parent would want and any child could give in the twilight years. Unfortunately this unfettered togetherness is turning to be a luxury in the new world of abundance.

In the last one year when she was failing in her health I was lucky that my work brought me to Delhi, where she stayed with my sister, every week. Every day when I left for office I would go to look her up and to give her a kiss. I learned to cherish the moment; but there was a nagging thought deep in my heart, “how long”. 

Now the death has come and taken her away. What is left; some memories. As the days go by we try to internalise this vacuum, this feeling of emptiness, ruminating on the old and not so old memories; sometimes happy about those wonderful moments and sometimes with regret about those wasted moments and stupid fights.

We need to look ahead. There are many more loved ones still here with us. Make our time relevant to them, to us and the society around us.  As Oliver Wendell Holmes said “Death tugs at my ear and says “Live, I am coming”” 


No man is an Iland, intire of it selfe; every man is a peece of the Continent, a part of the maine; if a Clod bee washed away by the Sea, Europe is the lesse, as well as if a Promontorie were, as well as if a Mannor of thy friends or of thine owne were; any mans death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankinde; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee: John Donne. (this was the original spelling he used in 1624)