Last time I visited my parents, which was today, one year back, I had written up this about my mom…
“The biggest fear I have in life? For all the attention I have paid to my dad, what have I done for my mom? It is so easy to take the role of the caregiver for granted. I try to even bring up the topic of “what if mom dies before dad?” and I am summarily dismissed by everybody. My dad’s response is simply “I will die the next day”… continued here…
Who knew life will play out exactly as I had feared?
Made a gin cocktail after a long time. Pour 2 ounces of gin with 3/4 ounce of Triple Sec, 3/4 ounce of Sweet Vermouth and a few dashes of Angostura bitters with ice in a shaker and our in a martini glass…
It was a little chilly by the river.
Six years back on this day, I had managed to get my dad to visit his birthplace that he had left at the age of two and a half (when he lost his dad). There was a poignant moment when he sat down and tried to remember the day he saw them carrying his dad’s body down the road from his house. You can read the whole story here.
In any case I had ended the story with the following lines…
“And then it hit me again like a ton of bricks. This will be far more personal to me some day. There will be the long road for him too. And I will have no ability to hold back my emotions. I know that for sure, because I can feel that lump in my throat even as I write this story out…”
Re-reading it today, I suddenly realized that I had never prepared myself for my mom to go first. The last roads in your life can throw some unthinkable twists…
If you like cinnamon, you might like this. First, muddle a small cinnamon stick (they are very strong in aroma, an inch is more than enough) in your mixing glass. Pour half an ounce of fresh lime juice and three fourths of an ounce of honey syrup of honey liqueur (like Barenajager) and muddle it a little more. Pour ice and two ounces of rum and shake it. Pour into a coupe and top it off with champagne. Gently stir it and serve.
When I played her last, I had predicted she would need another two or three games before she beats me. Today’s game went on for a full hour. She had cornered me a couple of times bad. Eventually sneaked out of the situation and prevailed with the strength of an extra pawn…