On 16th of Feb 2009, I lost my father. It was a huge loss of my life. He was a great man and fighter. He fought great against cancer. But destiny was defined. Cancer did it’s job. It was very tough to see our dear one dying and you were standing there helplessly.
I was checking his pulse on his forearm, and I felt his last pulse. I held his arm for few more minutes with tears in my heart with hope that I will catch his pulse again. But the pulse never came again… Instantly I became small child by heart. I wanted to cry like child, but I couldn’t. If I got to cry, who will give emotional support to my mother, younger brother and my wife. I had to put huge rock on my heart and control my emotions for sake of my family.
Suddenly my whole life changed. If you know about Indian families, father is always a key person in family. He possess the chief of the family status for his entire life span, specially in joint families. Children are always in father’s influence. Father is like roof of the house. And I lost my roof. As an elder son of the family it was my responsibility to become new ruff of my family. It is a great responsibility. But I now I will do that, my father is always with me. Even if he is not physically present, I can feel his present inside my heart. I know he is always with me. He is looking after my every failure and success.
I Love you Dad… You are always my source of inspiration…
