Happy Birthday Anjali

A while back I talked about my relationship with my personal chef client, and how her daughter brought a lot of joy in my life. Healing was part of it. I did not think I could have one on one interaction with a child again, because it reminded me of my own pain. Laughter returned, with a few tears.

She had a sense of humor, and always wanted me to do things for her. Puneeta would tease Anju, and say who do you love, and her answer would flop back and forth each time; then she would laugh. She knew she had us all twisted around her little fingers.

Today is a hard day for anyone that was in Anjali's life. I am there for my friend as we visit the memories, and share hugs. Living with a sick child, and living through the grief, and having to try and move on is not easy. Nope, I will never pretend I still do not hurt. Her mother's culture and world are different in what we believe in the after life, so we can only speak of what might come. What we have now, and share memories.

Many people have passed my way through various roads, and I have learned lessons whether helpful or chose to do things my own way. I am productive, have a vision, and surrounded by people who believe in me. I am happy to be alive, and the people who made the greatest impact on my world, are in it for real. Some have moved on to a place were love and peace do exsist, and I hope I will be able to see them again one day.

Anjali, you are missed. You will always be my JuJu Be, and I still eat my dosai with a fork you silly girl!