It has been 9 years exactly when we lost our dearest father in an hospital today due to cardiac arrest and we were suddenly lost altogether with a disbelief. He was advised by the family doctor the previous day to be shifted to the ward from ICU since he was improving and here i was with the saddest news in my life.I was worried how to break this news to my mom and my two young brothers who had still not seen the harsh realities of life.
Its still fresh in memory,when I stood in silence at 5.30 a.m in the ICU in front of my dad's bed,when the doctor took me inside from outside where i was sleeping early in the morning to bid one last adieu to my dad.His face was calm like he was sleeping and a fine beetroot color of the skin,due to infusion of fresh blood he was donated by our family friends.
Its still fresh in memory,when I stood in silence at 5.30 a.m in the ICU in front of my dad's bed,when the doctor took me inside from outside where i was sleeping early in the morning to bid one last adieu to my dad.His face was calm like he was sleeping and a fine beetroot color of the skin,due to infusion of fresh blood he was donated by our family friends.
It was very painful as I was very close to my dad and he was the best friend and he is still the one.I talk to his photo hung in our dining hall everyday and take his blessings.
Life has been an upheavel since those days with its trials and tribulations and we have to move on.All of us have grown from those sorrowful days to mature adults ,taking life as it comes. We have to learn the tides and flow along with it.
We have our pooja ceremony in memory of dad on 16th of this December and we seek his blessings in whatever endeavour we do.
Amen!
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