Dear Adi,
It’s been two months since you left us. Life hasn’t been the same without you. The three of us go about our days, doing what we need to—but you’re always in our thoughts, every single moment. There’s a constant emptiness, a void that can’t be filled.
I step out of the house every day, not because I need to work outside, but because staying home is too painful. The days I stay back are the hardest—the tears don’t stop, and the ache in my heart feels unbearable. Your slippers still sit by the door, as if you’ve just gone to school and will be back soon. Then reality hits like a wave—you’re not coming back.
Your plates, tumblers, toys, clothes, your favourite music, the cricket matches on TV… every little thing is a stark reminder of the loss we carry. I haven’t yet found the courage to sleep on the bed you once did. We haven’t been able to listen to the music you loved, watch the show you loved.
People tell me to let go, to stop remembering—but how? How do I forget when a part of me is gone? You
Mamba and Deta miss you dearly. Mamba still forgets sometimes and runs to check on you during a thunderstorm. She has been unable to study in her room because everything in there reminds her of you. Deta keeps asking you to go to sleep at night. The three of us miss you so much.
I don’t know if life will ever feel “normal” again. Every day, I’m reminded that our family of four is now only three.
But Adi, even in our grief, we are so grateful that you came into our lives. You gave us so much love, so much joy. You made us better.
I know you’ll always be with us as our guiding star, our angel.
Mamma loves you so much.