AN: It’s getting close to my birthday and also the day my dad passed, so I think the memories are nearer to the surface. My dad was a writer, a teacher, principal, a leader, a community builder and so on. He was loved and respected by many of his students and always (kept impressing me) remembered them and their stories. When I think of him, it is always when he was merely my dad and my friend – those are the stories that I will pass on. The other ones, about the things he did and stuff he created, I will let the world tell those.
AN: My younger (elder) brother would have been fifty this year.
We lost him in 1999, on his 33rd birthday. It’s one of those things where he remains perpetually frozen at that age, but it hit me this year, as we attended one of our (and his close) friend’s 50th birthday party. I know he hasn’t aged because I miss him every day and every second it feels like I (we) just lost him yesterday.
I only got to (really) know him after I turned 9, he and my older brother had lived in Sri Lanka and India, where they were finishing hight school and going to University. So sometimes, I get petty, and I get mad because I knew him for such a very short time – 10 odd years. Twenty lifetimes is never enough with someone you love.