Rest in Peace – Goodbye Bapi
We do not like to say goodbye. We tend to guise them in terms such as “till we meet again!” or “God Speed” and numerous other such phrases. Saying goodby however is a part of life’s journey. They are an unavoidable part of life.
“How do you say goodbye, to someone who has taken you from crayons to perfume?” How do you accept that your mentor, your moral compass, your father, is gone? The ultimate foodie in my life, someone who taught me to love and understand food.
With a heavy heart and a deep and profound sense of sadness.
Today started with notes of emptiness, with a call from my brother in India. I processed the message my brother gave me over the phonelines with sadness. Not with complete shock however. After my visit to India last month I knew this call is inevitable. I knew but could still never really prepare. Officially on 9/29, my father left to find peace.
He has lived a full life. The end has been difficult. He had waged a fierce fight, and I knew that he was tired. I could not, did not want to delay the mortal departure by making them wait for me. Thankfully my brother is in India. I shall maybe go down next week again for the final rites. Dad liked us coordinated. It has been so long since my brother and I are in India together. If only circumstances were different.
I am grateful and thankful that I spent and took the time to visit the three times I did over the last 12 months. Grateful, that the children could spend quality time with him earlier this year. He was truly happy on my son’s sixth birthday, which we spent with him. I am mostly sad, but also in some measure glad that life allowed me the time and opportunity for the closure, that people sometimes do not have time to reach.
Dad, loved both his children dearly. He has been very ill for the past 6 weeks, and passed after my brother reached. Clearly waiting to say goodby. Organized, coordinated and fuss free to the end.
He live a hardworking life of many highs and one low. A self made man. He lived to see me settled, met his grandchildren and lived to watch my brother grow into a wonderful young man. He however had Parkinson’s Disease for the last 10 years. In the last three to four years, the disease deprived him of even the simplest pleasures in life.
I know you were tired Dad, may you find eternal peace. You were the best father a girl could ever have!
I am grateful and thankful that I spent and took the time to visit the three times I did over the last 12 months. Grateful, that the children could spend quality time with him earlier this year. He was truly happy on my son’s sixth birthday, which we spent with him. I am mostly sad, but also in some measure glad that life allowed me the time and opportunity for the closure, that people sometimes do not have time to reach.
Dad, loved both his children dearly, he has been very ill for the past 6 weeks, he had probably been waiting for his son. Dad, liked things orderly, planned and without fuss.
He lived to establish himself, see me settled, see my children come into this world and watch my brother grow into a wonderful young man. He however had Parkinson’s Disease for the last 10 years, and over the last three to four years, the disease deprived him of even the most simple pleasures in life.
I know you were tired Dad, may you find eternal peace. You were the best father a girl could ever have!