I've spent the entire day ruminating and deciding just how to properly honor your memory--though, you are in my prayers nightly; I still feel inadequate in fully describing how your loss is felt. My dear mother misses you on a daily basis--and an often time is conflicted by guilt. It is really an unfair burden to be placed on her shoulders--the loss of a husband and the loss of a mother. She feels amiss in honoring you; but feels, alas, inadequate, in fully doing do. Bibiji, you are sorely missed.

I've spent the day reviewing how the news of your passing arrived--but even more so, Bibiji, I am reminded of the night prior--My dear mom was coming; but, alas, we lost you. I recall the face of my dear father, the voice of my dear sister, and the sadness of my dear mother...its all so surreal now.

Bibiji, I honor you thus: It is a testament to your greatness that my mother has been able to endure; and it is through your unending love--that we have been able to survive. For this I say thanks.

I regret that I did not know you better--but I take solace in that I see you daily—through proxy, via my mother. I thank you and worship you daily. It is my sincere prayer that you are in peace--and that you continue to bestow upon us with love, strength, and confidence.

I thank you Glorious Ancestors for bestowing upon us. Glory be Thine Name, I Pray that Joy be a Constant Again in our Home. . .