Last week I was in India to see my cousin who had just lost her mother (my aunt). I haven't flown home for all the oldies that have died (and a few of them have in the last few years) but this aunt was special. Though she was my father's first cousin, my aunt along with her siblings and my father's siblings grew up as one family. They were very close knit (the link is an article on the house the cousins grew up in including Reena the youngest of the cousins). So as far as I was concerned, I had lost the eldest of my father's sisters. There are now just four of these cousins left and I hope they hang around a bit longer so that my cousins and I get to spend a bit more time and the next generation get a glimpse of the bonds that ties them all together. My aunt was a wonderful and warm person. She had a strong sense of family as did all of her cousins and siblings. She had the capacity to make all of us feel special. She had time for every one of the cousins, siblings, neices, nephews. She travelled the globe keeping up with everyone. She was tireless in her work with WIT. I don't know any of the women in the family that don't have either table or bed linen, (or both) from WIT as a gift from her. In the last few years, she was confined to flying to UK to see her grandchildren and Nepal/US to see her daughter and grandchildren with the annual trip to Singapore/Far East for New Year. She was an very strong and independent lady. She had a full life and lived to a ripe old age of 90. She will be missed.
RIP Baro Pishi. I love you and will miss you.