Goodbye & Hello

Blood is not thicker than water. 

She was not related to us, but she related to everything connected with our lives.
She was not a family member, thrust upon us by default.
She was someone my dad worked with, and someone we chose to get close to.
She was much more than a family friend, she was a part of our family.
After my mother, she was the next person closest to that title.

She came into our lives unexpectedly, like a breath of fresh air.
She connected with each family member individually,
and each of us share a different, special bond with her.

She was originally from USA, stayed a few years in India,
and then traveled across the world with her husband,
reaping the benefits of his job – which required him to be on the move, constantly.
She took in each new place, got into its soul and made it her own.

Making friends came naturally to her.
She never ran out of topics of conversations. Or things to do.

There was always a stray dog to save, or a kitten / pup to adopt.
There was always a shopping trip, or a gazillion ladies wanting to spend time with her.

There was always more gossip to give her,
more life decisions we had to share with her.

We were apart for more than 12 years,
yet she was connected to us virtually.

We hadn’t heard her voice, or met with her in recent times,
but when she wrote her letters, we could imagine her saying all of that like she was next to us.

She loved India, the culture, the crazy roads, the shopping,
the Mumbai chai, the rotis, the delectable food, the kurtis.

She wanted to make a visit to India, once again.
Or at least wished for us to visit her in Vilnius.

She was a beautiful soul, one that touched many lives.
And whoever met Judith, their lives were changed forever.

She did have quirks, she wasn’t very comfortable with technology,
She hated Shania Twain,
She worried a little too much.

But she loved with all her might.
And she could read between the lines.

There were many letters written to me,
just because she read something more than what I’d written on my facebook post.
And opening up to her would come naturally.

There was nothing stopping her,
from spreading her inner light to the world around her.

Until one day, cancer visited her.
And drained her of her energy.
Her light was still bright, her spirit still strong-willed.

But there was only so much she could fight.
The cancer weakened her, took over her,
and soon, the world would miss the sunshine that she kept spreading.

When the pain was unbearable,
she freed herself from its shackles and let go,
leaving behind an inheritance of good will & fond memories for us to cherish.

There was only one other person whose death affected me like that.
And he was our link to her.

She wasn’t related to me,
but she related to me, in a way that nobody could.

Blood is not thicker than water.
And love is the only language needed to connect with someone.

Miss you Judith, and wish I had one last chance to meet you.
But I know you’re watching over us.

And every time I chance upon sunlight, you will be remembered



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