My Time to Grieve - Sherubanu Peera's My Second Mom's Passing 4/13/2020
Yesterday was a lesson how precious life was. My Mother-in-Law who was a Mother to me left this world painlessly and very quickly yesterday evening. She had been instrumental in teaching me to understand her faith and culture. She spoke Swahili and Kuchee. She knew 3 other dialects from India. She was born in East African in a town called Dar-es-Salaam.
She was also instrumental in the teaching of Indian and East African Cuisine. I understood her language of Swahili and Kuchee so she would mix it up and I knew both. She loved me dearly and was quite fond of me. She loved my singing abilities and I learned the prayers and songs from her faith as well as childrens' rhymes to sing.
Although she felt empty at times in her heart because she lost her husband at late 40s. She was always visiting her 5 children. My husband was the youngest and she stayed with us 16 years as I took her on from her personal concierge...LOL. We laughed and cried and also
we fought but in the end she loved me and I her. We did have different age differences and cultures. Our marriage was doubted to last and it was the grace of God and our crazy determination to be together after many lifetimes to work this out no matter how intense or pleasant the lessons into Oneness became.
She was very fond of my children as my daughter was a her roommate when younger. I made effort to have her involved in the childrens' parties and activities and she enjoyed it. It was some way of having purpose. She loved to travel and luckily her children spread out around the globe to make this happen. She was a talker and could sell at the stores shoppes in Africa and their international gift shop in the mall in Tucson, Arizona.
She was straight up and didn't hide what she felt about you. We had a bond that no other could tear apart nor sometimes not understand but in the end when she had short term memory...the one person she didn't forget was my name. I will not forget her complete acceptance of me and love for me even when I didn't love myself. What an education.
Thank you Mommy as we call her this in the Indian culture for everything you taught me. I will not forget you and wish you so much peace and love and many happy reunions of healing in the Light with Allah. I am so blessed to have had you for a short time to make you smile and love you as you edged towards the light and less towards the earth. I celebrate your graduation with eternal love.
Much Much Love...tojo Nho. Aw tahki gurante. (your daughter-in-law and I love you).
