I understand that it is human nature to want to memorialize someone adorable who has passed away. More so if the person had made your life heaven on earth for over half a century. That was My Pretty Lotus, My Saroj who was my wife and my life.
I have written and developed a variety of visual presentations on her life because I want people to know how she loved, tamed and cared for me as well as my children and the family as a whole. I wanted to allow my friends and family members to come together and provide thoughts, insights and memories of the departed.
I wanted to share my sorrows, pains and loneliness with the world so that my healing process became bearable and manageable. Hence, all of the developed visual, printed and vocal presentations are online for everyone to read, view and share.
Three years ago today March 14th 2016, I lost my wife and the best friend a man could ever hope for. At 7.15am on the Tuesday morning of March 12th my Saroj had a massive heart attack and although the paramedics and the ambulance people did all they could to revive her and take her to the Royal Brisbane Hospital she lost her battle with life on Thursday 14th when on the advice of the specialists we agreed to turn off the life support. My Saroj was no more but I collected her soul and all her fond memories to treasure for the rest of my life.
This is how passed the worst few days of my life. The only word to describe what we, the family, were feeling was desolation and devastation. I always thought we had a pact, Saroj and I- that I would die first, but I should have known that she had the last word. She usually did, sometimes because I let her, often because she insisted on it.
So the love story that started on 14th February 1959 had to end so tragically that I knew not what to do and how to conduct my daily affairs for many days.
We were married on 19th January 1964 and it was the best thing that ever happened to me because I needed her company to feel honoured and gain my prestige and place in the community we served together for five decades. In those wonderful days of our life we raised four brilliant children and lived a full life.
She was beautiful, witty, highly intelligent, calm, peaceful, honest and always immense fun to be with. She was a devoted wife, mother and grandmother and she was also one of the most gifted teachers of students and teachers around. There would never be another Saroj in this world again because the God Almighty has kept her soul as a role model.
But I lost my most precious treasure and have never been the same ever since despite so many attempts to heal myself. I am a broken man but trying to wear a brave face all because she wanted me to do so.
