Dear Chandran,
When we moved here nine years ago, we didn’t know you or Chitra. We did hear from other friends that you were quiet and reserved. We soon got to know you. You were not quiet, but soft spoken and kind. As for being reserved, you must have reserved your reservation for others because we had some great conversations. Emu, being an ex army officer enjoyed talking to you about his army life and listening to your family’s experiences in the army. I, being who I am, kept to lighter topics like books and movies. You also brought back memories of my school days since you had members of your family who had been to the same school.
There are so many memories but the one that stands out the most is when you rushed me to the ER and sat with me for three hours. I said that I had a pain in the middle of my back and you said that it could be a heart attack and that you were not going to take any chances because you had lost two other friends this way. The irony is we lost you the same way to a sudden heart attack.
Moving on to happier times, Emu and I enjoyed playing pickle ball with you and Chitra. Though it was no easy feat getting you off the couch and onto the pickle ball court, it soon became pretty routine, so much so, that you started asking us why we were not on the court or why we were late. On the court we had so much fun. Though we spent more time picking up the balls than hitting them, time flew by and at the end of each session we were looking forward to the next. For those of you who haven’t seen Chandran play pickle ball, if the ball landed anywhere within his reach, his shots were like bullets and almost impossible to return. But if you wanted to earn a point we had to make sure to hit it beyond his reach because Chandran was not interested in spending any energy in chasing after it. We teased him about that on the court and the sport that he was took it all in stride. I’m not sure if we can ever play on that court again.
It may be a little crazy writing to you instead of just writing about you. This way I feel like I’m talking to you and you are still here, though I know you are not. We miss you very much. We hope you are in a wonderful place, happy and healthy, coaching the rest of the gang there how to play pickle ball.
Chitra, Rangu and Shiela please accept our condolences. If we, who have known Chandran for only nine years have so many memories, you must be having thousands of great ones. Treasure them. I know you are hurting now but time will help heal the wound. May God bless you and may Chandran’s soul rest in peace.
Here’s a little poem(if we can call it that) for the grandkids
Chandran was a man so wise and kind
Someone who will always be on our mind
Though he spent most of the time on the couch
He was no slouch
His prowess at the pickle ball court
Proved that he was a great sport
Chandran, we will miss you forever
For you were like no other