20th October 1952, he took his first breath
16th April 2012, he took his last breath
Three days ago, I lost the best man of my life, my father.
His last breath was shared among people whom he loved dearly and those who loved him just as equally much. He spent the last few minutes, in prayers, and chants, and love.
He spent his last 5 days in the hospital, embroiled in pain, without being able to speak, eat or drink.
He spent the last 3 years of his life battling cancer, with frequent visits to hospitals and shrines and temples.
He spent 28 years of his life, working hard, raising the three of us, making sure we had food, drink, a roof, transportation, clothes, and every other luxury he could afford. All for us and nothing less. But most of all, he gave us the love that could never surpass anyone else in the world (besides my mother), and that has shaped us into what we are today.
He spent 39 years of his life, in love with my mother. 10 years before marriage and 29 after. He spent these years loving her in his very own ways.
And on the 16th of April 2012, this man left us, to a better place where sufferings cease, and hopefully he is happier no matter where he is.
My dear Appa, thank you for all that you have done, everything you have given, every minute that you spent with us, for all the love you showered us. Thank you.
We will miss you.
