I don’t know where to start as we process the implications of Rishi’s untimely departure. Most days start with a reminder that Rishi lived in the moment for every moment. Strangely, even though I would never tell him to his face, I find the most comfort in the words he wrote about himself on the countless adventures he shared on his Instagram. I’m his oldest cousin, and our parents are siblings so that means there are very few early memories and foundational milestones in my life that were spared from Rishi’s sunshine or weren’t blessed by his enthusiasm. Holiday. Vacations. Graduations. Each of these are cherished memories now and in someways I will always feel both his absence and presence at the same time for future occasions. His absence will be the audible silence where one would normally expect the sound of his booming laughter or signature Sharma sneeze. Maybe even as an empty seat at the table. But I’ll feel his presence as well - it will be the reminder to enjoy the moment, or a sudden feeling of immense and unexplainable joy, as I think this is the energy he has left behind for all of us.
Rishi, I can’t believe you’re gone, but I’ll cherish the lifetime of memories you’ve left behind and I’m so deeply grateful we crossed paths in this lifetime.