The most difficult time of the year for mummy's loved ones has arrived. Papa has succumbed to a more sombre mood lately. It is the week of painful anniversaries and resurrected memories. Papa has started calling it his annual week of mourning. The 2nd of April (Monday) would have been mummy's birthday. The 6th of April (which happens to be Good Friday this year) is the first anniversary of her going to heaven. It is also my birthday. Papa has taken leave from work this week to be with me as we remember and honor mummy's love. Time has failed to erode the pain. Papa has been trying hard to prepare tributes for mummy in memoriam for this week's newspaper publication. So far there have been more tears than words pouring forth. The sadness welling up from within belies the passage of time and superficial healing.

Papa misses her more than life itself.