Satwinder K. "Goody" Sidhu

We all miss you, RIP and love

I wish she didn´t die. I miss calling her just to say hi. She was always praying-I wondered how she did it nearly every time I called she had just prayed or was about to. She would encourage me to pray not knowing I already did

Wish I could call her but no one picks up at her home. God bless her

It´s hard to believe it´s been a fortnight since she´s been gone. God bless her soul

One of my last conversations with her I told her how lucky she is to have a good brother (my father is her brother). No matter the distance or time she would always see or call her brother and vice versa.

A classic memory of her is in her kitchen. She was the lady of her house and an exceptional host to guests always offering food and drink. In a day and age where politeness is eschewed she always chose to be polite. Unlike even other familial settings, I had never left her house thirsty or hungry.

It´s amazing how you can look like someone yet be so different. She would tell me a lot I look like her (and truthfully, everyone said it even my mother), but her life was so magical and devoutly religious. I exemplified the struggle of life in America and she lived the life of an immigrant accomplishing the American dream. I always told her she was lucky. Her prayers were nearly always answered by God.

She never forgot a birthday my whole life. Wishing her sons a happy birthday and happy belated. Their mom was the kindest to remember us with no mothers to wish us

She was extremely sophisticated-from Punjab to Potomac she entered the Upper Echelon of society but never forgot us little people in her family and made us feel so important. God bless her life isn´t the same without her it never will be