Miss you Pajee

This entry is for my Taran Pajee. He was only 26 when he passed away from cancer. He fought hard for 2 years, fighting to stay alive. Throughout his rounds of kemo, days of intense pain, and throwing up, he always had a smile on his face. He still kept on laughing. He was such a positive person, and I think that without that, he would not have survived as long as he did. I only got to see him when we went to England every summer, but whenever we were there, we would always have the best time. He was always up for doing something fun and exciting. I remember this one time, we were all in their pool in the backyard, and he threw me in, haha...it was so funny because I was splashing about (for those who don't know, I dont swim so well, nor do i enjoy it, lol). It was just one of those times that I really remember spending time with him. He was always smiling, and full of life. The last time I saw him was only about a month before he passed away. He was still so livley. One evening Mamaji was there from Vancouver and did kirtan. Pajee played such wicked tabla with him, even though he was in so much pain. It was really something. It showed how much shakti and himmat he had still had in him.

This picture is from my first visit in England in 1989. It was taken infront of my Masi's house in Hounslow. Taran Pajee is holding me, standing beside him is Rav. We all miss Pajee and still wish he was here to brighten our lives. We miss you.