It hurts if people change. But it hurts more to remember how they used to be.
He has changed to a state which is inexplicable. But that does not stop me from thinking how he used to be. I can picture him almost anytime, anywhere.
Driving effortlessly for all our outings; pointing out of the car-window to tell me “Look, that over there is the fort Pratapgad!”
Walking endlessly in scorching heat to find that perfect nut or bolt or screw to repair a broken switch box.
Sitting with me in a restaurant asking me if I want anything else, anything more. Nobody can do this the way he used to do it.
Finding a dress for me in a shopping mall. With interest, with vigor, with new enthusiasm every time without getting bored.
Talking over phone for hours on any topic in this world. Politics. Engineering. Places. People. Cars. History. Name it and he knew it.
The current version of my Dad is a downgraded one. Or the brain hemorrhage has stolen away the original version of my Dad. Or it has got lost in the confusion of version management.
I hope God gives me the original Dad back oneday, someday.
Memories with loved ones, especially the good memories, are something that we need to treasure in such situations. No one else can ever replace their role/importance in our life.
ReplyDeleteBut you have HOPE and it is something that can power you & your family's life. Hold on to that HOPE. God might have been unreasonable in the past, but God can create miracles too.
i hav no doubt tat ur dad would be extremely proud of his girl bcoz of the courage & patience tat u r showing in these enduring times.... i hope u get ur original dad soon...
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