Dad, Aunty Linda & I at "Pondside", Boralessa, Sri Lanka - June 22, 2010
A Poem for Linda Aunty
To my aunty Linda,
You are missed every single minute of every single day.
We think about you, talk about you and find it hard to believe that you’re gone.
How does one make sense of such a sudden loss?
How is this equation supposed to work when one part of the trio is no more?
We will keep traveling around the island and the world,
Retracing all the steps of the trips we took together,
But you still won’t be coming back.
Thank you for being Dad’s best friend.
Thank you for being my inspiration.
