The kids could have another loving adult to dote on them but my sister passed on in 2001. I'm sure a part of my parents died with her. Today, my dad called me in the morning and asked if I was free to go to the temple with them. Usually he doesn't ask me to accompany them, but today he sounded a little more like SOS. Of course, I was unwell and hopeful that I could rest in the morning. Of course I could not turn him down.
I went over to their place and found my mother all groggy and fragile looking. She was surprised to see me and grateful as well. Guilt-stricken, I tried to ignore my own physical discomfort and chit chatted with her. My dad told me that they had planned to visit my sister at the temple yesterday but my mother kept refusing to leave the house. He had no choice but to ask me for help. So I coaxed her to change and got all of us into a cab with 3 huge bags of offerings.
Once we reached there, my dad went on doing the usual. It was actually rather heartbreaking to see how he took out each box or bag of food and laid them neatly on the table for her late daughter. He was so organised and so meticulous. My mother used to be the one who did all these, for my late grandparents and sister, but she could no longer do that. She just sat on a bench and watched my dad do it. In my heart, I understood then how parental love is like. All my past grievance and resentment towards my parents dissipated because I know if I was the one who died, that would be what they would be doing for me. They would feed me, burn me money and clothing and asked me if I was happy and fine over there - like any parents. Unlike my late sister, I got the chance to witness how my parents love the child they have lost. I am blessed with the knowledge and revelation.
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