She was my aunt, almost like a mother to me. She was joyful, kind, always smiling and was never the one to give up. She was a sister to my father, a daughter to my grandmother, a wife to my dear uncle, a mother to my favorite people of all times. She was my Didi Umeeta, who dedicated her life to make life meaningful for her children and husband. She was one to value every breath of life, and one who always advised me that education is the most powerful tool in the world.
As a child, my grandma told me, she was vivacious, lovable and obedient. She loved her parents and siblings and was always much loved, being the youngest of the three. As a good daughter, she would dotingly call my grandma many times a day, no matter how packed her schedule was, just to say “hi, mom!”, buy that round filling-less bread from BreadTalk my grandma loves and buy slippers for her. Her cakes, oh don’t get me started, her cakes are the reasons to failed diets. Whenever we found out she was baking, we would have a small lunch portion to allow some gobbling during tea time ☺
As a mother and my aunt, she would take us out for dinners, lunches, playlands, shopping and more. I remember my trip to India with her, where she preferred to sit in Starbucks the whole transit, but ended up roaming around with me to satisfy the 12-year-old’s desire to see the whole of Changi. As a much chubbier me, she would give me dresses to try and when they didn’t fit, she would tell me to keep it for “next time”… Guess what, as I am writing this, I am wearing one of her dresses she passed me ☺
Nope, none of the above would justify her as a human being enough.
When we found out that something inside her was damaging her, our hearts broke. She was young, all of 40 years old with her whole life ahead of her. She didn’t deserve to be going so fast… but she was, slowly and slowly….
2 years. It took her 2 long years to finally receive her peace and solace. Unbelievable pain, mental trauma and worry for her family above her trial towards triumph.
It brings a smile on my face to remember that during those 2 years, not one moment she complained about her health, not one moment she blamed God, not one second she wished this illness on somebody else. She got through all of it with a smile on her face, prayers, positivity, courage and faith that everything would be ok. She was one of the bravest people I knew, who handled this ordeal of life with such braveness.
We celebrated her last Christmas in the comfort of her house, with gifts, Santa and children. She looked healthy and happy as ever. A few days later, she was back where she needed to be, under the hands of a doctor…
My birthday. 20th January 2012, she took her last breath under life support. I was one of the few lucky ones who got to say goodbye, and I whispered my promise into her ears, which only she and I know of ☺ The day I celebrated the beginning of my life, was the day we celebrated the end of her tough ordeal, something she didn’t deserve to live with…
We miss her and we wished she was still between us today, happy, healthy and still baking. But her departure was not seen as a battle we had lost, it was a battle she had won, finally won, and deservingly won…
You all will be happy to know that her baking lives on, in the form of her blessed daughter, my sister Neelu, who bakes as good as her mom did. I am so proud of her today, who kept her mom’s dream alive, simply by being as talented as her mom was… And we still get super hungry when we hear Neelu is baking ☺
Forever in our hearts you will be, Di…we love you








