I miss my Dad!
I am a Daddy’s girl and I miss him every day.
He was such a gem of person. I was never afraid of him. I could go to him with anything that I wanted to share or discuss. Its one quality of his being a parent has been imbibed in me. I am a lot like him in my parenting style.
He had a great sense of humour and our conversations as a family or even one on one were humorous, insightful without being preachy. All three siblings have inherited his sense of humour. We are not boring.
He was a voracious reader and would buy a lot of books and that encouraged us to read. We went to a Marathi school and to improve our English he would buy English film magazines. We were film buffs and crazy of film stars and we ended up reading those magazine which improved our English. It was a very smart move. I don’t buy magazines anymore but buy a lot of books thanks to him.
He was a fantastic human being and was loved by all.
I can still feel his hug and his warmth and can hear his hearty laughter. I remember he would gently caress our forehead to put us to sleep, I miss that. When I fell sick, I so wanted him to be with me and put me to sleep.
He passed away when I was expecting my daughter and my biggest regret is my daughter never got a chance to meet my dad. They would have had a blast together.
Two weeks before he passed away, I had called him to tell him how my first sonography went. He wrote a small not about it in his diary mentioning it and saying few good things about me. I have that note with me and consider it my most treasured possession.