In the sweet memory of dear Micah, I pledge to quench thirst of the traffic police boys and girls here in India (in the city called Vadodara) by offering cool buttermilk to them in hot afternoon. These youth seem to be of Micah’s age. They stand in hot Sun amidst air pollution… sometimes without protection… and keep directing people so that order is maintained on the road.
I am sure Micah is living on and watching over. May he keep showering his love and wisdom in subtle form reaching far more number of people bringing solace and peace in their lives.
With deep prayers for the family to bear the irreplaceable loss,
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