Its been 10 days since he passed away. We're struggling still to come in terms with what has happened. The 16th day prayers will be held on the 28th and 29th of december. Preparations have been made. There are still quite a few people to be invited personally. The adverts in the local dailies have been booked and will appear next Monday.

The day of his cremation brought a huge crowd to our place. Yet another overwhelming experience. So many faces. And one doesnt know how to explain what has happened. Quite a number of wreaths were received from friends. When the final prayers were being held, Dhivijah was participating. I guess she didnt understand what was happening. That that was the last time she was going to see her grandad's physical body. Kirtisha was sleeping in her mum's embrace.

The coffin was overflowing with cloths and garlands from friends and relatives. It had started to drizzle while we were in the tent, getting ready to leave. It was a blessing cos when the moment came to lift his remains into the hearse, the drizzle had stopped. A drizzle that didnt even last 5 minutes. It was sunny. A fitting farewell to a good man.

Theres still many other things to sort out now. One by one it will be tackled. Tears flow while i type this. Its something i was to do. And hope to read again and again in the years to come. Perhaps my daughters will get to read this one day, and understand what had happened. I deeply regret not asking him to write his memoirs. So many stories from the 40s to 70s. Things that we had taken for granted. Its all a memory now.