So it's another year. What's so special about January 1, just another day in an endless run? Nothing, really, except that like certain other days in the calendar, it brings back specific sets of memories. It's Appa's birthday, of course, and like Ananya said, any new year celebration at home was a double bill, including wishes for his birthday. And then twelve years ago Sita athai passed away, so the day carried bittersweet memories, of birth, death and everything in between.
The past year especially has seen a lot of losses, a sort of "passing of the old guard"--Appa, Ekanna, Nagaraja periappa, Periya manni, and finally Gurupa. But I suppose in a way when people leave it prompts us to think of them even more than when they are still around. They "settle" into a space in our minds to be recalled whenever we need to feel their presence.
And I'm sure Appa's having a great birthday, wherever he is, with all those who have passed into that other realm with him!
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