She was strong; She was courageous; She was ruthless in her arguments; She never minced words; She would tell it on your face; She never had another face; She was a true Christian; She was Brilliant; She was Beautiful;
She was Mary !!
She was my Chithee.
She was undoubtedly the bravest women in my life like my Ammachi.
She flew away into the Heavens, and its a week already today.
There I stood in front of the Mortuary, screaming for her to come back. But she was beyond me.
She was beyond the ugliness of the world. She was beyond the pain. She was beyond the dirtiness of the Caterpillar; She was the beauty of the Butterfly.
We swallowed the screams, as they transformed into bitter sobs.
This time, we did not have eyes that looked at us in embarrassment.
We had wet eyes who sobbed with us with grief flooding our hearts.
We grieved with families who lost their loved ones, in the same terrible accident.
An accident, that should have been a bad dream. A dream which we would have laughed about the next morning.
An accident that crushed our laughter and little joys.
An accident that shattered our strength and questioned our faith.
There lay the car, disfigured and beyond recognition, so was our little heroes.
They gave us the Chilled Body, She weighed like a new-born baby.
She lay amidst the shrieking noise, so oblivious of our now giant screams, like she did not like it.
She would not have liked ‘the crying’ bit, if she was alive. She never like petty tears and drama anyway.
Her face was battered by the pain of the final moments of her life. We were not allowed to see much of her by rule. But her face was enough for us.
A fragile face I never knew. A kind grace that settled in her cheeks, her subtle humour that filled her mouth and the sacred faith of Jesus Christ that reflected in her eyes.
Oh Mary !! The Darling Daughter, the Pride of my Forefathers;
Has your faith sustained you? Did you walk those heavenly gates in golden robe and touch the face of Jesus Christ. It looks so for me.
You lived and rested in peace.
We tucked her safely in the land of our forefathers; her bossy body lay there so authoritatively next to her Father. Like she would have wanted it to be. Like her father would have wanted it to be.
The proud Father-daughter duo singing together, holding hands in heaven.
As we returned back home, her sweet home, the home she toiled for, our hearts blossomed. It stood there as a testimony to the amazing life she lived with her boys. Her wonderful husband and precious Sons.
Oh Mary !! Your damp towel and the nightdress are waiting for you. You left them unwashed with the hope that you will return home tonight.
Oh Mary !! Your beautiful hairclips and perfumes are waiting to adorn you along with the pattu sarees. You would have looked gorgeous in them.
Oh Mary !! Where have you gone??
Oh Mary !! When will you take us there??
Oh Precious Mary, congratulations on finishing your race victoriously today.
Oh Kind Mary, my eyes swelled with pride when your colleagues spoke of your clean hands and pure heart. Wow, what a blessing to be a part of this family and to be raised by the strongest women in town.
Oh Dear Mary, thank yotu for teaching us that nothing really matters. Not this money, not this house, not the jobs we hold or the salaries we pocket. Nothing is pleasing in God’s sight except how good and nice we live.
The only downside of being a part of this great family is, none of them bother to say their final goodbyes. They keep you guessing that they will return home each night. Perhaps that is true. We never part I believe. And we will regroup again at Jesus Feet in heaven. No earthly goodbyes; only heavenly hugs and memories guaranteed.
Oh Beautiful Mary, thank you for asking us to be prepared for the final day of our lives everyday, and put up our best smile forward for we do not know what will happen the next minute.
Oh Darling Mary, thank you for hoping not in this world, but for the eternal life at Jesus Feet.
Oh my Mary Chithee, I miss you much more than you were alive. I have never told you, but I realised through those muddy tears in front of the mortuary, how much I Loved You. Laughter can be faked but my pain torn tears have never been this real. Appa knows it better. If not for it, I wouldn’t be a transformed person today. I want to be transformed to a better person like you. Like my Mary Chithee. A hero in life and in death. A hero at he Lord’s home.
Oh Blessed Mary;
God be with you till we meet again;
Keep love’s banner floating o’er you,
Strike death’s threatening wave before you;
God be with you till we meet again at Jesus feet.