I lost my grandma last month and it felt like the roots of my tree were shaken and one of the oldest branches fell off. She was probably part of one of the first memories I formed, that doting and unconditional love that only grandmoms can feel for their grandchildren. How special was the twinkle in her eyes whenever I saw her and the excitement in her voice when I spoke to her! My favorite memory of her is when she used to feed me, dipping each spoon in full fat ghee so I could grow strong and have full cheeks - maybe thats the reason why I still love ghee so much! So glad that my childhood was filled with special moments with her.
Rest in peace, Baamagaru.
1932 - 2016