The last time I saw Bapu was the day before he died
With Chandira Hensey
No stars were harmed in the making of this story. All astrological references are completely made up.
It’s a year ago that Bapu died: January 8 2020.
His brother Noel was with him. When he arrived at the bedside, Bapu was wearing one of those positive-pressure masks to aid his breathing. The machines that had been supplying his medications and support systems were gone, but the empty racking on which they had all been mounted was still in place. The lighting was soft and there was an air of calm and serenity in the room. “He looked a damn sight better and more at ease than the last time I saw him,” says Noel. “He had been washed and shaved, and looked about as presentable as I could have hoped for.”
After bracing himself, Noel sat down on his right and took his hand. He spoke quietly…
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What a lovely account of a friendship Chris, thanks for sharing it.
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Thanks Vicki. Don’t know if you ever met Bapu or not. He was a regular at Denise Price’s place back in the day. That was her kitchen we were sitting in when I first met him
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