‘Save the planet! Eat a vegetarian.’ read his t-shirt. He loved to laugh and make others laugh. His laughter was infectious. Lots of his family and friends remember him for that. I miss him terribly for that. When I see people making funny faces while their picture is being taken or pronounce a word in a peculiar manner or have a funny mannerism about them, I can see his amused smile. We were once in Switzerland where we managed to locate a little Indian eatery. The proprietor would welcome us in and lead us to our table. “Are you cumberfatale?” he would ask with a big smile on his face. We relived that scenario through his mimicry many a time, each time as vividly as ever.
As a long haired 16 year old he would douse his head in coconut oil so that Cleo, our family dog could lick it all off as she loved the taste of it. It was a treat to watch the two of them cuddling and playing on the floor. He loved animals. He named his little kitten ‘Milkshake’. He took good care of him, spent lots of time playing with him, let him sleep in his bed, bought him toys, took lots of pictures of him, watered and fed him and made sure he was safe. He was a good Mum.
For the evening of Day 0, I had tickets for us to go out for a play in the west end of London together and he knew that. I thought keeping him entertained might help him keep going. In reality, may be even the idea of going out exhausted him.
During a casual conversation last evening I was asked, ”How many children do you have?” Not sure what to say to that. Do I have one or two? Both of them live in my heart forever.