August 31 is the last day of winter. It's symbolic, of course, but as the season has noticeably shifted during the past week, our spirits are lifted. Today, 31 August 2008 is also the day my dear son Abhi would have turned 19 had he not left us prematurely some 20 months ago. I look back on this day one year ago and find that I am not so traumatised, and that the future, like the change of seasons, seems bright. The sadness will always be there, but I take solace that Abhi is still with me. Everything is as it should be. It always has been and it always will.
This is the Abhi I remember. He was always happy in our company. He enjoyed our company and we enjoyed his. He was full of life and we hope he is happy now.