Losing a friend to death is the most cold reminder of how transient life is. Moosa S Peter, our childhood friend, our school buddy, should have been the last, if at all, a victim to this untimely call from God. A simple soul with a smile as warm and radiant as sunshine, a heart full of love and humility and a personality that would woo anyone who would spend some time with him.
During school days at Montfort he was popularly known as "Musical Man with magical fingers' - Instruments cheered on excitedly when he played them - none ever existed which he couldn't play effortlessly. He created music which soothed the most troubled hearts.
His colleagues and friends at Canadian High Commission lovingly called him - Moses, one who would lead them out of a hectic work day through his inimitable humour and jokes. A husband so loving that even after 22 yrs. of marriage his beautiful wife would blush when he sang for her. Role model as a father for his son who was learning all the finer nuances of being responsible from him - a provider, who smiled even through hardships and ensured the family was taken care of. A son who's going away has created a void that his parents can't fathom - “The longest walk home that any parent will ever take is the one after their child has “run” ahead of them.” A dependable brother who would give even before a desire was expressed.
And all that each one of us feels now is this stunned silence, numbed into oblivion hoping to hear him playing drums, or singing, or cracking a joke or simply smiling watching us all miss him. We couldn't save him from the cruel clutches of destiny, but we do not want his soul to worry about his loved ones. As a small gesture of gratitude for the time spent with Moosa - Moses, our dear friend, we request all of you to contribute towards a legacy that he has left behind. They say friends are the family we choose and today we choose to honor his memories, his life and the love he shared with all of us.
Please contribute generously.