When There's No Anchor, Be One!
Dearest Dad, It's so unreal for me to write, say or think that you are not physically present anymore. As I speak with well wishers, relatives, friends, colleagues, neighbours and all others calling to share my grief, I keep hoping that I'll figure out from someone how to cope up. When those who open up tell me that their wounds feel as raw as they did when they lost their fathers, even when many of them lost their fathers more than 20 years back, I wonder how I'll walk that far with this heavy heart. The truth is that I don't have to look far, as always. My inspiration is right here, in you. You had more than your share of challenges and grief at a tender age when you first lost your mother. Your growing up years were not easy, to put it mildly. Yet the first thing every person remembers about you is your exuberance, curiosity, joyfulness and the warmest smile. You found your joy in giving, in loving, in caring and in living for others. People found the best a...