My mother Smt. Veluvali. Bhramaramba passed away peacefully
in her sleep in the early morning of 01-01-2010 at 0630 hours. She has been
suffering for the last thirty years with arthritis. She has been on the bed
since my father's death in 1976. All these years she guided us like a
lighthouse. We were small children when father passed away. I was fifteen years
old. I am the eldest of all the children and only son. I have three sisters.
All are juniors to me.
My father worked in Education Department in Andhra Pradesh.
We moved from place to place as and when he was transferred. But when he
started suffering from blindness due to long standing diabetic condition, he
took a long leave and we began our life in Palakol, a nice place in West
Godavari district of Andhra Pradesh. That was in 1975. Within one year my
father succumbed to his illness, leaving us behind.
My mother directed my fights, giving me much needed words of
courage and understanding. We fought for my father's government pension, for
the small amounts of money my father so unwittingly deposited in some banks. We
struggled every inch. My mother is very modern in her days. She insisted on
educating my sisters.
She took great pains to see that her daughters know the
basics of all womanly things right from cooking to fine arts. We moved on
relentlessly forward. Slowly and steadily all of us are married. All my sisters
are well settled.
My mother limped on and on. She suffered greatly because of
her medical condition. She never lost her enthusiasm and her vision is always
towards general well-being of each and every one she had ever known. She passed
away like a well ripe fruit to her heavenly abode at the age of 81.
