What can you say about a 48 year old man who died?
That he was brilliant and funny
and he loved soft music and laughter!
and
Black coffee.
That he smoked so much that your last words to him will always echo in your mind!
"I will see you again only when you stop smoking"
Why does death leave you longing to say the things left unsaid?'
Who does death bring more pain to- the one who cares or the one who cared?
How does death take away what was never yours yet leave you feeling empty?
What does death get by leaving behind dull pain and tears?
When does death turn the anger into acceptance?
Where does death leave the unshed tears weeks after you realise you can never talk or meet again?
"Witty, Sharp, Funny, Intelligent, Bond"
"Finance expert, a surprise romantic, soft-spoken demeanour."
"Raghu made incredibly beautiful bouquets of the wildflowers he handpicked from the forest hill behind his room. Rest In Peace, my friend."
Words shared by old friends, who remembered him from the years gone by!
His shy smile, wry humour, keen mind is what everyone remembers of him.
6th November 2015
Our meeting after 17 years was unexpected and full of surprises.
I made a friend!
Someone who wanted to do special things for me.
Someone who wanted to do special things for me.
The old fashioned gentleman, holding car doors open for me, always, always being there before I reach to meet, to draw a chair for me,
Insisting on picking me and dropping me off, even if it meant going out of his way!
Few knew how excited I always was to meet him,
few knew of our long walks, talks over several cups of coffee and iced tea, sharing fear of the present and the future, feeling pain for the past and the present, shedding silent tears over what could have been and could not.
If you take time off to meet someone on your/ their birthday, everyone knows that's special!
Grateful for his old fashioned ways, I have emails to read and grin and blush!
Never shy to sign off with XO and Hugs!
Some memories will remain only mine.
26th November 2018
His life was gentle, and the elements mixed so well in him that Nature might stand up and say to all the world, “This was a man.”
Raghu Ramachandran
3rd Sep 1970- 26th Nov 2018
