“My Fufu had colon cancer. She was very close to me, loved me. A typical Limbuni, both stern and fun. Very clean and organized. She’d prepare lunch in just 30 mins. When I see people hurting and I am unable to help, I tend to run away from them. When her health started deteriorating, I started avoiding her. I always had this jolly healthy person for a Fufu in my mind. Every time I saw her I felt very helpless. I could not explain this to people because I knew they wouldn’t understand how I was feeling. I did go meet her one time when she was in the hospital. She was in the bed. She was in pain. She started crying and I just couldn’t. I got up and told her I had to go to work and I left, crying the whole way. She passed away and I couldn’t even go to her cremation. After two three months she came in my dreams. She looked her healthy normal self. She said, ‘It’s okay, I am in a better place’. I felt glad that she was in a better place, without pain.” (Abhilasha Subba, Kirtipur)