12.20.2018

My Dearest Jamie:

Last night, just like many other nights this year, I keep rewinding the clock to when you were 6/7/8 years old.

In my heart, whenever I think of you, you will forever be “my Jamie”; my Jamie who inspired me to tell Ramu stories, give piggy-back rides and one who loved this stranger, unconditionally.

You had your unique style with the oversized T-shirts and no shoes, the small leather pouch with beads tied around your waist, your hair-always a little long, your beautiful eyes-always full of confidence. I will always admire that confidence and your charm.

I miss you, my dear Jamie. Wishing that if only I had stayed in touch more and been there for you more, perhaps, I would have tried to protect you from the Dementors (Harry Potter reference that we shared).

Hope that you are able to enjoy sticky rice with mango and touch souls of all who have the good fortune to be around you.

Love you forever.

-Bharti