Who Will Cry When You Die?

Robin Sharma deserves a Nobel Prize for Peace for just coming up with a book title.

I have not read a single page from his popular book “Who Will Cry When You Die?”. In fact, I have not even bought the book, and have only seen it on the book shop shelves.

But sometimes, a memorable few words can make you think a lot more than what a thousand pages cannot.

Who will cry when you die? If we are able to answer this question well, we are perhaps closer to understanding how good a life it is that we have lived.

Amma died on 18th Jun 2020, in the midst of a COVID lockdown in the city that was getting even more stringent. As a result, very few attended her cremation – it was mainly our close relatives who stayed nearby.

Dozens called up. Most of them were protocol calls – an old lady had died, and they had to say whatever was needed to be said.

A couple of close relatives cried a bit. My sister cried a lot (through video). My dad cried. I cried a lot.

Quite depressed, I was not picking up calls for almost a week. As there was one call that was repeated too many times, I finally decided to take it.

It was from our maid’s house. The entire maid’s family had gathered on the other side – she, her son, her husband and her daughter-in-law. They had been trying to reach me four or five times every day for the previous one week.

Every one of them cried. A lot.

Genuine tears. For someone who had many times helped them while in need.

I’m proud.

This makes me remember another thing. While amma was being administered blood transfusion, the blood bank at the hospital needed donors as they did not have enough stock of her blood (AB+). Many responded to my WhatsApp messages, and one of them was a young chap who had been raised in an orphanage that my company assists, and who had now graduated and had a good job. My company has been associated with the orphanage for over 10 years, and have provided some substantial financial and educational help along the way.

By the time he called me, I had already received enough donor confirmations. Besides, he stayed far away, COVID was raging in the city, and transportation was scarce. I thanked him, but told him not to come down – it would be too difficult for him and it was anyway not necessary any longer.

The next morning, he called from the blood bank opposite the hospital and said he had donated blood for amma. I went out and met him.

After briefly thanking him, I said, “Why did you come all the way? It was totally unnecessary.”

He just said, “I came”.

I understood. For him, it was totally necessary.

Genuine gratitude.

Amma has not passed on just her fiery genes to me, also a few generous ones.

I’m at peace.

THOUGHTS <= Who will cry when you die? => Holding a mirror to myself

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Notes

185. https://www.robinsharma.com/book/who-will-cry-when-you-die-

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