Rachel Babu
My father was an extraordinary man. Growing up, he embodied the firm, disciplined nature of a traditional Malayalee father—often strict, sometimes even harsh—while raising daughters in a country completely different from the world he came from. Yet everything he did was shaped by responsibility, love, and deep conviction.
Since his passing, I’ve attended at least fifteen funerals, and each one has reminded me how humbling and fragile life truly is. Through all of that, one truth has remained steady: my father lived for the Lord. His faith was not symbolic or distant; it was a genuine relationship. Because of that, I have full confidence that he is with Him now.