I've never really realized why the american's celebrate fathers day once a year...over here we celebrate every day :)
Eleven years have gone by since he passed away...not a day goes by when I'm not reminded of how he went away...took eleven years but finally got some of the paperwork for the house in order...all thanks to a wonderful start to this process by his close friend and confidant at Nanavati hospital...I have come to realize over the years that its always only what impressions our friends carry of us that matter over time...one may stay...one may go away...but it always those whose lives we impact however small in manner that matters...he collected so much good will in his time...its difficult to imagine how I could even reach that magnitude of impact (even at the age of forty five today)...one comes to agreement with the fact that one needs to make a lot of money to maintain the house etc. that one inherited...something most people in my workplace will never understand...anyways...happy fathers day to all those dads in heaven who walked the walk to look over this little boy who needed guidance from time to time and found it coming to him from different people around him...only the faces uttering those words were different...but I know secretly those words were yours :) sometimes I look at the sky and I find a bird or two looking back...idiots not knowing whose looking over their shoulders :) In this matrix...nothing is wasted...we are just reassigned lives...I believe and hope that he has a relaxed life in his next one...just so he could be a bit laid back and live off the goodwill he earned in this life...something tells me the clipper ships know and will always have him looking over me...paint your pilot blue and gray...my two favorite colors.
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