When the tears subsided, I was left with a question I had never considered before: How do I grieve Champabai? When Champabai left us last year, I had given her a collection of photographs of her time with us, and letters, in a photo book. But more importantly, they led me to a larger question: Who is immortalising the everyday labour of women like Champabai? Much of the work I have been able to make visible in the world was possible because of the work she did that remained largely invisible. Behind it was a cheerful, loud, loving woman who helped my sons and me become who we are today.