03/07/2026
Three years ago today, Amrita was taken off the ventilator. She was brain dead.
In just four days, everything changed.
On March 1st she was rushed to the hospital, completely hail and hearty before that.
By March 6th, we were walking in to say our final goodbyes.
And March 10th… a day that was on my calendar to celebrate a common friend’s birthday together, became the day she was cremated.
The strange thing about grief is that it doesn’t hurt the way it used to.
The sad thing is, it doesn’t hurt the way it used to.
Is she missed? Sorely.
Has life moved on? Yes.
Amrita’s death gave birth to many things inside so many people around her, including me.
When she was alive, we used to get so annoyed with her.
For being such a drama llama.
For refusing to leave parties.
For piling on the fun just a little too long.
For talking nonsensical stuff all the damn time!!
“Amrita, LEAVE, GO!!! Party’s over!!! We want to sleep!! We’re tired!! So GO!!!!!”
That’s what we used to say…
And today, everyone who knew and loved her says just one thing..
We wish you had stayed a little longer…
P.S- if she was watching today, she’d love all the attention!
Also, she was OBSESSED with the moon!!!!!!! OBSESSED!
