Max passed away next to me. My Max left his Balaji.
I saw him take his last breath. My life as I knew it changed that moment. But yet, I knew I needed to keep breathing. For me and for the Max inside me and for the promises I made Max that I need to try to fulfill.
The wonder of that moment was - maybe whatever minuscule of all the good deeds I did my entire life, that collective drama and karma helped Max and I be at home, next to each other that moment in time.
I am eternally grateful and eternally indebted for that to happen in Max's house. I couldn't ask for more and I will never ask for more in life.
If anything, I am trying to pay back for that day and moment until my last breath.
Well, one thing I do ask is for me take my last breath in the same house and in the same place.
Coincidentally, I was listening to a beautiful old Tamil song today.
The lyrics goes like this:
“Isn’t earth my mother since she gave me so much?
Isn’t sky my father since he taught me so much?”
You are my mother, my father, my kid, my teacher, my everything.
I have no idea what I did in this life to spend 13 wonderful years with you.
I am blessed because of you. Even the tears that are flowing now like flood gates opened, feels good because of you.
I am everything that I am because of you.
I miss you Max.
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