HAPPY BIRTHDAY DARLING SWEETIE LIL SIS - YOU WOULD HAVE TURNED 22 TODAY...
Dear Lana,
I lost you and a bit of myself too when you left for your heavenly abode at the tender age of three and I was just seven. Today, the 25th of June 2017 marks your 22nd birthday and I really don't know whether to mourn your physical absence or celebrate your perennial ethereal presence. But then, it is you who has taught me optimism and laughter and life... You weren't just my younger sister, you were like a daughter to me. Yeah, it's true... I had waited for my little angel ever since I was two and half years old and finally God granted you to me when I was little over four. Mom was busy with her job and you were always my priority. My princess, though you are long gone, the memories will forever stay and even today, I can vividly picturize your little steps scurrying through the house, we all running behind you, coaxing you for yet another spoonful of cereal.
In the wee hours of 25th June, 1995, mom went into labor and she was taken to the hospital by dad, while I awaited impatiently for the good news. I was four years old then, but my mind had a million plans in them, a whirlwind of excitement. I don't know why, but I was sure it would be a girl and true enough, when I looked into the cradle there was a squirming red little baby, bawling at the top of her lungs! And my joy knew no bounds... Finally I had you, the best gift in the world, what more could I have asked for??? That night I insisted on staying at the hospital with Mom and Dad and I was awake the whole night because you kept crying. But at that time, your cries were music to my ears. I loved every bit of you and was astounded the way you wrapped your tiny palm around my index finger as if in a gesture of recognition! And ever since day one, there was no looking back.
As you grew older and we celebrated your first birthday, I realized since I was the introvert, you the bubbly, chirpy mischief maker was the apple of every eye; but that never made me jealous either because more than anyone else, it was I who wanted you to flower, blossom and thrive. You remember, you were extremely naughty, the way you used to pull my hair and scratch me and then start crying for no reason!!! Well, soon you were the talk of the locality we lived in and people fondly called you "baby terrorist"! We have countless memories together, glazed photographs that were shut away in a trunk after you left us and "you" became a forbidden subject in the house. But that never stopped me from loving you or remembering you - you are much more than just a memory and one day the sole world will know your story, our story.
You started kindergarten at two years nine months and went to my old school. On the first day of school, I proudly took you inside, and being the independent minded baby that you were, you soon busied yourself with your toys as I left openhanded, with tears in my eyes. I knew you were now ready to fly! I still remember how you would await at the gate everyday for me to return from my school which ended at 1:30pm and then that excitement in your eyes as we both ran to hug each other... Well no words can describe our irreplaceable bonding. And even today, though you are no longer here, you will always remain an integral part of my life in your supernatural presence.
Somewhere down the line, I feel guilty that I couldn't do anything about your illness - the cerebral malaria that devoured your mortal body was undiagnosed till the very end and I'm that one week of high fever, I tried my best to convince Mom to take you to another doctor, because intuition told me that there was something terribly wrong. But alas, who would listen to the blabbering of a seven year old? Well, all I can say is Destiny played this cruel prank on me, giving me my most prized possession and then snatching it away from me. And it took months, probably years for the truth to sink in - that you would never return. I know you have been grossly wronged but everyone will pay for their negligence, I promise you. That, my baby is the law of Karma.
But to be very honest, I am glad that you left because if you had lived, you too would have been a pawn of this society which has given me nothing other than twenty-six years of pain, agony and deceit. Now, you are in safe hands, the Almighty's own child with him, no one can harm you in any way. But for me, you are always here, right beside me, talking to me, yelling at me about my stupidity and all that. And I am proud of you, my baby. Perhaps another day will describe things in more detail but today, I blow the candles in my mind's eye as you turn twenty-two. Life has never been kind to me, it has always snatched away the people whom I have loved it trusted unconditionally and you were the first in the list that now runs long. And today I make a wish for you that despite all hurdles, let me live for another two years to tell the world our story and prove my worth and I'm that way your worth too. Please be my my side, guiding me as you have always done and when the time comes, take me to you for that's where I truly belong. But before that, give me the strength to persevere despite all odds and realize our dreams.
I shall always love you way more than I have loved anyone, even myself and just hold my hand till my job on earth is completed and ease don't make it any longer than two years, because that's the minimum time I need and beyond that I have no wish to be part of a world where I have never belonged. Wishing you all the love and affection in your 22nd birthday and I will forever be glad to have had you in my life. I live to see justice done and the sinners crucified, so that when I finally meet you, I would have done my duties towards you, kept the worth of all your sacrifices.
Wishing and hoping that we shall be together forever very soon and for the moment, I just ask you to give me the strength to persevere despite being broken and fragmented many times over.
Lots of love,
Yours,
Gudo
I lost you and a bit of myself too when you left for your heavenly abode at the tender age of three and I was just seven. Today, the 25th of June 2017 marks your 22nd birthday and I really don't know whether to mourn your physical absence or celebrate your perennial ethereal presence. But then, it is you who has taught me optimism and laughter and life... You weren't just my younger sister, you were like a daughter to me. Yeah, it's true... I had waited for my little angel ever since I was two and half years old and finally God granted you to me when I was little over four. Mom was busy with her job and you were always my priority. My princess, though you are long gone, the memories will forever stay and even today, I can vividly picturize your little steps scurrying through the house, we all running behind you, coaxing you for yet another spoonful of cereal.
In the wee hours of 25th June, 1995, mom went into labor and she was taken to the hospital by dad, while I awaited impatiently for the good news. I was four years old then, but my mind had a million plans in them, a whirlwind of excitement. I don't know why, but I was sure it would be a girl and true enough, when I looked into the cradle there was a squirming red little baby, bawling at the top of her lungs! And my joy knew no bounds... Finally I had you, the best gift in the world, what more could I have asked for??? That night I insisted on staying at the hospital with Mom and Dad and I was awake the whole night because you kept crying. But at that time, your cries were music to my ears. I loved every bit of you and was astounded the way you wrapped your tiny palm around my index finger as if in a gesture of recognition! And ever since day one, there was no looking back.
As you grew older and we celebrated your first birthday, I realized since I was the introvert, you the bubbly, chirpy mischief maker was the apple of every eye; but that never made me jealous either because more than anyone else, it was I who wanted you to flower, blossom and thrive. You remember, you were extremely naughty, the way you used to pull my hair and scratch me and then start crying for no reason!!! Well, soon you were the talk of the locality we lived in and people fondly called you "baby terrorist"! We have countless memories together, glazed photographs that were shut away in a trunk after you left us and "you" became a forbidden subject in the house. But that never stopped me from loving you or remembering you - you are much more than just a memory and one day the sole world will know your story, our story.
You started kindergarten at two years nine months and went to my old school. On the first day of school, I proudly took you inside, and being the independent minded baby that you were, you soon busied yourself with your toys as I left openhanded, with tears in my eyes. I knew you were now ready to fly! I still remember how you would await at the gate everyday for me to return from my school which ended at 1:30pm and then that excitement in your eyes as we both ran to hug each other... Well no words can describe our irreplaceable bonding. And even today, though you are no longer here, you will always remain an integral part of my life in your supernatural presence.
Somewhere down the line, I feel guilty that I couldn't do anything about your illness - the cerebral malaria that devoured your mortal body was undiagnosed till the very end and I'm that one week of high fever, I tried my best to convince Mom to take you to another doctor, because intuition told me that there was something terribly wrong. But alas, who would listen to the blabbering of a seven year old? Well, all I can say is Destiny played this cruel prank on me, giving me my most prized possession and then snatching it away from me. And it took months, probably years for the truth to sink in - that you would never return. I know you have been grossly wronged but everyone will pay for their negligence, I promise you. That, my baby is the law of Karma.
But to be very honest, I am glad that you left because if you had lived, you too would have been a pawn of this society which has given me nothing other than twenty-six years of pain, agony and deceit. Now, you are in safe hands, the Almighty's own child with him, no one can harm you in any way. But for me, you are always here, right beside me, talking to me, yelling at me about my stupidity and all that. And I am proud of you, my baby. Perhaps another day will describe things in more detail but today, I blow the candles in my mind's eye as you turn twenty-two. Life has never been kind to me, it has always snatched away the people whom I have loved it trusted unconditionally and you were the first in the list that now runs long. And today I make a wish for you that despite all hurdles, let me live for another two years to tell the world our story and prove my worth and I'm that way your worth too. Please be my my side, guiding me as you have always done and when the time comes, take me to you for that's where I truly belong. But before that, give me the strength to persevere despite all odds and realize our dreams.
I shall always love you way more than I have loved anyone, even myself and just hold my hand till my job on earth is completed and ease don't make it any longer than two years, because that's the minimum time I need and beyond that I have no wish to be part of a world where I have never belonged. Wishing you all the love and affection in your 22nd birthday and I will forever be glad to have had you in my life. I live to see justice done and the sinners crucified, so that when I finally meet you, I would have done my duties towards you, kept the worth of all your sacrifices.
Lots of love,
Yours,
Gudo
Chin up ! You should celebrate her memories. Cut a cake for her. For whatever little time she was with you she made you happy...so live up to that! She will never like you to cry or grieve. So smile Samu and let's both together wish her- HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY LANA💖
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