True Love

 My parents were married for 45 years. 

Amma diagnosed Brain Tumer on 2021 June 22nd and she left us within 3 months.

After diagnosed brain tumer my acha asked me and my sis whether we should take care of Amma by ourself or should we need to keep any home nurse.

The sudden instinct was to say no as all the memories dashed from the hippocampus, located in the brain's temporal lobe about how amma took care of us with all her heart 

We have taken full responsibility of Ammas health Ammas food Ammas Medicines making amma comfortable to withdraw herself from this eternal world 

Morning 5.30 we make her ready and starts her day with sponge baths and liquid food and meanwhile Acha will prepare tea for all of us .we will have tea together and Acha  starts narrating good old Airforce stories 

He used to sing songs for amma “Aayiram kannumayee Kathirunnu”……….when it comes to “ennil ninnum paranakanna paingili ” I noticed Acha’s voice getting tumbled emotionally and both Ammas and achas eyes were shedding tears 

My sister who is a perfectionist always take care of Ammas hygiene parameters and standards of bedsheed alignments and wardrobe setting wherein I concentrated on Ammas aesthetic beauty …hair and body massage for blood circulation.

Together we have given the best to our amma ….day and night …. Sleepless nights and enormous work full days made us look tired but our heart pumped with gratitude 

During the funeral, my father did not speak; his gaze was lost. He hardly cried…It was 45 years... No one can really talk about true love other than my acha and amma 

Amma and Acha were together in the good and in the bad..they shared the joy of seeing their children become parents, they supported each other in pain, they hugged one another each day, and they forgave mistakes…..

Kshamu…. Dayu ,  I'm happy tonight….. Acha told that night after everyone left

Do you know why I'm happy? Because she left before me. She didn't have to go through the agony and pain of being left alone after my departure.He kissed both of us and told am proud to have you both …we have completed our mission together with grace 

When my father finished speaking, me amd my sister had tears streaming down our faces. We hugged him … it was a true blessing…

That night I understood what true love is. It is more than just romanticism and sex, it's two people who stand beside one another, who are committed to one another ... through all the good and bad that life throws at you.

Daya Nair ♥️

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