posted by Kamala on Oct 1
Dearest Friends and Family,
All this time, when I wrote the word Family, I always thought of my mother and brother, Uncle Jeff reading the blog. Uncle Jeff would print them out, and Presh would go through them. How our mother came to be known as Presh, is a short story.
I had a dear friend, named Grandma Neff, who used to watch over me when I was in the pre-school years. She used to call everything she liked ‘cunning’. She would say, ‘O! How cunning!’ when she saw a beautifully made hat, or something she thought was wonderful. I decided as a little girl, that my mother’s head was also a wonderful thing, and so I called her Cunning Head. I know it sounds odd, but there it was. Daddy found it hilarious, which encouraged me all the more. As we got a little older, and a little more vocal, my brother began to follow suit. I recall once yelling, “Cunning Head!” in a department store loudly until my mother appeared. One day, my mother took me on her lap and explained that ‘cunning’ meant something like a fox…as we had a lot of trouble with sneaky foxes and the chickens, I well understood the analogy. She suggested that we call her Mom, or Mama, or some such thing….I thought about it and said, “We will call you Precious.” And so we did, and Precious became shortened to Presh.
On Saturday night, September 26, 2009 our time in India, we received word from Jeff, that Presh had just passed on very suddenly, after breakfast – which was his time in MD…within five minutes. she was 87 years old. She had woken up full of energy, and in a very positive mood. She went twice to the toilet, unassisted, came downstairs, and started breakfast.
Uncle Jeff said he felt Anni’s presence very strongly. He described her as ‘orchestrating the event’.
I don’t know where to begin.
I have not cried yet. That Anni was there, that Jeff could feel her presence makes it so clear to me that there is no death…as we understand it. I can’t cry about Anni anymore either.
I have to write an obituary, I don’t know what all to say. If I can get it done tomorrow, I will post it here.
Pappu and Arun’s mother, Prasanna was visiting with us, and she told me she had a dream on the same day. She was sleeping in her Puja room, in her home in Trissur. Its a room that Amma had spent time in. Prasanna said that it is only in that room, where Amma’s vibration is that she has dreams and experiences with Anni. In the dream, Anni said to her, “Life is Beautiful, but death is sweeter.”
Had to let you all know, Uncle Jeff is having a very hard time. The house at Sea Shadow is very quiet and empty for him.
There will be a memorial service at Sea Shadow on Saturday. Those of you that can, please email Uncle Jeff.
Loving You,
Kamala, Anni and Link