You were everything for us for all those glorious 99 years and 10 months.
When we were preparing to celebrate the ‘century’, you chose to leave this earth just a couple of months earlier ….. to bless us all from the heaven far above.
Elle idhale’yu engava harachu
[Bless us all from where ever you are]
First Death Anniversary (13-7-2012)
[Autographed pencil sketch of Mom by JP in 1964 while she was reading Femina ]
“I know my mother looks much older than what she is but those wrinkles have the charm of their own. They indicate the signs of her great endurance; and the hard life she has to lead through to bring her children to lead a life that is respected and regarded by others” – JP 24-1-68
Dear Hands
[Grace Noll Crowell]
My mother’s hands were beautiful,
They are not always smooth and white
They were so busy making dull
And lusterless things clean and bright.
They reached so often to caress
A hurt child crying in the night
They moved as quick as fluttering birds
Among the cups and spoons at tea
They did a thousand lovely things
And did them all so graciously
There is no way to sum them up
The countless things she did for us.
[photo of Idy Hethe’s hand by her grandson Abhi Ari -2010]
Evoked painful,but precious memories of my only, unique, paternal aunt, who was a role model in courage and endurance. We shared a special bond which lasted to the end. She blessed everyone from the bottom of her heart, and was a fulsome wellspring of gava.
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