Pravin (not the real name), is his 50s, is not a person that I have met before, not until the day of his funeral. He was one of the higher ranking officer in the place my husband works. A person he came to know only for the past five months since he joined this new workplace. Pravin’s nine years old son was running around not realizing the lost. His wife was well composed and personally thanked everyone that came to bid a final farewell to her husband. I saw her sorrow and I felt her lost. The hand that hold her 11 years ago and said “till death do us apart” and the shoulder she seek out for courage is no more there and never will be. Death never separates anyone, it leaves a deep wound and unbearable pain that will haunt you every now and then and no money or gold can heal that.
Among all the higher ranking officers we had/have, Pravin was exceptional, said a person. He was a great leader, said another and he had so much plans to feed the younger generation with the knowledge that he gained all this years in the industry, said my husband. It is very common that people talk nice things once you are no more…Human Nature. But Pravin was without doubt a towering figure; given that my husband have been talking about him very much ever since the day he was introduced to him.
While this conversation was taking place, a lady came and tapped my shoulder. She asked if I was Pravin’s family member. I told I am not. She asked if I know any. Given that I and my husband had a small conversation with Pravin’s brother. I told her I know him and I can show who this brother was. To my surprise, she was Pravin’s first cousin and the ugly fact was she doesn’t even recognize them.
Yes, when you die, nobody talks about how much money you earned or how big a house you owned but how good you were as a human being. And obviously you wouldn’t want to ask a stranger who your first cousin is!!!!
Among all the higher ranking officers we had/have, Pravin was exceptional, said a person. He was a great leader, said another and he had so much plans to feed the younger generation with the knowledge that he gained all this years in the industry, said my husband. It is very common that people talk nice things once you are no more…Human Nature. But Pravin was without doubt a towering figure; given that my husband have been talking about him very much ever since the day he was introduced to him.
While this conversation was taking place, a lady came and tapped my shoulder. She asked if I was Pravin’s family member. I told I am not. She asked if I know any. Given that I and my husband had a small conversation with Pravin’s brother. I told her I know him and I can show who this brother was. To my surprise, she was Pravin’s first cousin and the ugly fact was she doesn’t even recognize them.
Yes, when you die, nobody talks about how much money you earned or how big a house you owned but how good you were as a human being. And obviously you wouldn’t want to ask a stranger who your first cousin is!!!!
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