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'Happy birthday daddy', I jumped on his bed at 12 in the night, switched on the lights and woke him up. He half opened his eyes, blood-red with sleep, and took the flower I got him from my plant. The plant I used to water, take care of and never let anybody else touch it. He smiled. With arms wrapped around him I gave him what he liked to collect the most - a pen. It did look very fancy and I loved his handwriting.
Amma came with a beautiful gold ring. 'That's for you, you 50 year old man', said she. We had gone shopping for a good 3 hours looking for a ring we both liked. Before the look of surprise settled on his face, 'It was her idea' amma said looking at me. I rolled my eyes to imply 'That was a silly thing to say' and I did scold her for giving me the credit and ruining the romance in the moment, the next day.
My super sleepy daddy thanked us and slept right away, I slept with them on their bed that night.
The man who hated to celebrate his birthday since the death of his twin brother, for the first time was gleaming the whole day after he woke up.
This was 9 years ago on this date. The last birthday of his life. The last happy memory I have of him.
They say time heals, but love hurts faster and deeper than time to even start healing.
Thats really touching post. :)
May god bless your father with best of everything :)
hey btw,hope you won't mind the entry of one more follower in your list.keep writing,i'll keep reading :)
Welcome and thanks dear...
I am sure if there's anything called heaven, he's in it...
Thanks for adding me to your list :)
Wow...Very nice post divz...hugs...
touching indeed! happy birthday to him...
true thing about the time/love/healing factor.. can't agree more
So much love..so much emotion..in so little words..
Hugs..lots of them..
@all - thanks for the kind words guys, hugss
hugs, divz...
Can feel each and every word of the last lines... been 3 n half years of his absence in my life...! There lies a strength in all of us, and it is the memory that will help bring about the strength.
Hugs sweetheart!!
Sometimes, having a happy memory helps.. If I lost my parents (touch wood), I would like it to be reminded of them in the happiest of situations..
:-)
@Titaxy - hugs sweets
@Anand - I pray the strength always stays with you and your family Anand
@Dee - Hugs baby. Having a happy memory too can rip your heart at times you know...
@Ashish - ...
What beautiful writing :)
*hug*
Happy birthday to uncle..
I'm sure he's always there with u as ur guardian angel... proud to be ur dad...
hugzzzz sweetheartt...lov yaa :)
@dewy, Dido - hugs
oh i just got on your page. these words moved me so much.
i just lost a grandmother...someone i adored completely.
what a difficult life your dad must have had... and how difficult it must have been for your mum and you...
@MiM: Welcome MiM
I read about your grandmother on your blog and was quite touched to see how you had noticed and remembered minute things about her so vividly...
Amma and I had a difficult life for sure after we lost daddy, many things are still not normal. But daddy never gave me the impression that anything was difficult at all for him while he lived. Life was all about making dreams come true for him. He didn't speak about his toil, would only enjoy the fruits! So I really don't know for a fact if life was difficult at all for him...