The light fades, the glow lingers.
The light fades, the glow lingers . He's gone now. He was 91. While the doctors around him struggled to keep him alive he must have wished for time to take over and do its part. Afterall, he saw life as just a stop gap arrangement, an interval, agreed upon by death. When I heard the news of the gravity of his illness, I wished for him to stay on... fervently. He had many more lines to deliver before he disappeared behind the curtains or so I felt. I wasn’t yet ready for him to leave. It feels as if I lost a relative - someone who was familiar, someone who I admired from a distance and was content knowing that he was doing well. I use the word familiar consciously. MT’s friendship with my uncle and the stories I have heard about them from my dad added on a familial comfort after I had started reading his stories. I was proud to have had that connect. It made me think that when he wrote what he wrote, he was looking out for me. When the news of his passi...