You were everything for us for all those glorious 99 years and 8 months.
When we were preparing to celebrate the 'century', you chose to leave this earth just a couple of months earlier but to bless us all from the heaven far above.
Elle idhale'yu engava kumbidichu
[Bless us all from where ever you are]
First Death Anniversary (13-7-2012)
 Idyammal Bellie Gowder | |
| Born | September 05, 1912 Hubbathalai, The Nilgiris |
|---|---|
| Died | July 13, 2011 (aged 99) |
| Parents | Rao Bahadue HJ Bellie Gowder and Nanji Hethe |
| Sister of | Rao Bahadur HB Ari Gowder |
| Spouse | B.K.Bellie Gowder [Bearhatti] |
[Autographed pencil sketch of Mom by JP in 1964 while she was reading Femina ]
"I know my mother looks much older than what she is .....but those wrinkles [on her hands] have the charm of their own for they are the signsof her great endurance and hard life she has to lead ...... to bring her children to live - respected and regarded by others" - JP 24-1-68
Dear Hands
[Grace Noll Crowell]
My mother's hands were beautiful,
They are not always smooth and white
They were so busy making dull
And lusterless things clean and bright.
They are not always smooth and white
They were so busy making dull
And lusterless things clean and bright.
They reached so often to caress
A hurt child crying in the night
They moved as quick as fluttering birds
Among the cups and spoons at tea
A hurt child crying in the night
They moved as quick as fluttering birds
Among the cups and spoons at tea
They did a thousand lovely things
And did them all so graciously
There is no way to sum them up
The countless things she did for us.
And did them all so graciously
There is no way to sum them up
The countless things she did for us.
[photo of Idy Hethe's hand by her grandson Abhi Ari -2010]
Your gentle guidance has immeasurably influenced all that I have done,
all that I do,
and all that I will ever do.
Your sweet spirit is indelibly imprinted on all that I have been,
all that I am,
and all that I will ever be.
Thus, you are a part of all that I accomplish
and all that I become.
And so it is that when I help my neighbor,
your helping hand is there also.
When I ease the pain of a friend,
they owe a debt to you.
When I show a child a better way,
either by word or by example,
you are the teacher once removed.
Because everything I do reflects values learned from you,
any wrong that I right,
any heart I may brighten,
any gift that I share,
or burden I may lighten,
is in its own small way a tribute to you.
Because you gave me life,
and more importantly,
lessons in how to live,
you are the wellspring from which flows all good I may achieve in my time on earth.
For all that you are and for all that I am,
THANK YOU , MOM.
[David L Weatherford]
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