A Eulogy for Mai

I lost my Mai today. Until my mid 30s, I rued the gulf that stood between Mai and me. While my parents insistence on teaching us English, as our primary language has benefited me immensely, in most everything I do, the one thing that I feel sad about is that I speak my mother tongue (Konkani) in a slow halting manner. 1 Which meant that I never could talk well with my grandmother....

February 24, 2021 · Mario Jason Braganza

A Eulogy for Nana

Abby lost her grandmother this week. This is her eulogy to her. She was Aunty Matty to other people, mummy to her children and countless other fond names to who knew her. But she was my Nana. I have memories of her cradling me, and taking care of me as a baby. Vacations at Nana’s were the highlight of my childhood years. She was a tireless, hard working woman who raised her large family to the best of her abilities....

April 18, 2019 · Mario Jason Braganza

When Death Comes

I want this glorious verse from Mary Oliver’s poem to be my eulogy, when, you know, my death comes. When it’s over, I want to say: all my life I was a bride married to amazement. I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms. When it’s over, I don’t want to wonder if I have made of my life something particular, and real. I don’t want to find myself sighing and frightened,...

February 3, 2019 · Mario Jason Braganza

Dad, 75 Years, In Memoriam

Dad was what Brett McKay calls, both a good man and good at being a man. I could write reams about my father, but I wouldn’t know where to start. He gave me life and then has been my sustenance ever since. He’s the source of everything that’s good in me. His deep baritone, echoed in our fledgling church as we sung hymns every Saturday. When I close my eyes and remember my early years, it’s his voice that sings me rhymes and lullabies....

September 22, 2017 · Mario Jason Braganza