We lost John to cancer on 24 August 2011.
It was the day my parents celebrated their 32nd wedding anniversary, the day we scored a victory in the board room, the evening we were celebrating a reunion of friends, under the bright Singapore sky, over pub grub and discussions on who we should vote for President. But, the exhilarations of those events faded in an instant when I received a text message from Pia with news no one was ready for.
I had always imagined that Professor John E. Keshishoglou would live forever.
There were many things we said we were going to do. I was going to visit him, Barbara and Max during one of the summers. Spent days out in their boat. He was going to see me get out of grad school and live out those plans we had discussed for years.
I am not sure whether guilt, nostalgia or sorrow should be allowed to continue to manifest, as has been the case for the past night where I have gone without sleep. If I want to celebrate John, then how I feel at this point really should not matter, rather, how we choose to celebrate him.
Today, we have lost a great man, a legend, a mentor to many, someone I am eternally indebted to. But, we will keep John in our memories, always, and live out those aspirations and dreams we had designed and dreamt up together.
Prof Kesh, you greek god you.
I miss you so much.
I will never stop telling stories of you, and the legacy you have left behind. It will be my personal mission to keep you alive in our hearts and minds.
Rest in peace now.