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[like_the_flower]

After we came back from Gurdwara, after seeing my grandpa (Papa ji) one last time, watching his physical remains go into the incinerator and feeling his body turn to ash, we sat around a living room, all our memories combining into a blanket that will protect us from the future winds of grief. little kids on floor cushions at the feet of uncles and

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[sniffle666]

i'm so sorry about your papa ji, i just listened to your message a second ago (i was asleep when you called last night). i'll try to call you later tonight.

[anonymous]

oh, jasmine, i'm so sorry to hear about your grandpa. it must be so hard right now not to be home. i hope he wasn't in pain as he died, and i hope everything was just the way he wanted it to be. i know that the magnitude of loss is simply inexpressible. i too watched my uncle's body be pushed into the incinerator, and i too remember that "this is that moment that always happens in movies" sense. and i also thought of all the little Christmas presents and happy childhood memories that had to do with him even though it sometimes hurt terribly to think of them. i checked your blog just now, and i'll call you as soon as i get a chance (and i will try to keep time zones in mind. grief can be emotionally rough. take good care of yourself, bestest of friends! i'll talk to you soon.
-berkeley girl