“I don’t know what lies ahead of me,” she said, once.
“But Mum, you’re a person of great faith. Nothing bad
Awaits you. God will ask “How did you use your gifts of head
And heart? Your many talents? What will you say then?”
Eyes flashing, she said: “Hello??? Look at what I’ve produced.”
Weakly, her hand swept the circle of her children
Gathered around her as she lay, eyes now closed.
Our mother anticipated a perfect reunion with loved ones, though she observed wryly that her husband of 50 years might try to control her, even in heaven. She knew without a doubt that he truly valued her as much as she did him, the handsome newspaperman who had returned to Kerala from what was then British Malaya, in search of a bride, and married her straight out of school. She loved the world of reporting and politics and community organizing he moved in, and he drew strength from her faith, her clarity of thinking, her wisdom and energy, and her fierce loyalty. And her formidable culinary skills.
“Give her two pots and a pan, and she’ll have a feast on the table in no time at all,” he liked to say.
From everything we know and cherish about our always quick-witted mother, we have no doubt she is holding her own, whether in conversation with her Maker, or with our father.
And maybe even cooking up a feast fit for the angels. Peace, gentle heart.