19 years ago this day, I spoke to you for the last time. 10 days later only to receive that fateful call that you and I didn’t touch the same air any longer.
You are forever a part of who I am. I still think of you many times a day though over the years it has become comfortable. I feel you around. You’re always with me. In my thoughts, my heart, my wayward ways. What will never be comfortable is the perpetual heartache of not being able to sit in the same room, or anyone answering that number on the ninth bell. My world will always have a gaping space that had you. I will forever be dodging it and falling in it every now and then. Sometimes there’s peace in grief. Especially when it’s all that connects you.
Happy 103rd Birthday Dada jaan.
I love you. Until we meet again