we may have had our differences...
we might have not had the perfect relation.
but I know without any doubt -
he would have been by my side -
in my fight against the ‘world’
a silent message saying -
you are never alone.
he might have said some hurtful things to me
and I to him
but, in the end -
the silent moments I spent with him
holding his hand;
as i sat at his bedside
meant the world to both of us.
there are things I should have done,
things I should have said
all that is pointless now.
all that matters now is -
…remembering the smile
that spread across his face whenever he saw me,
no matter how much pain he was in.
…to smile when his words ‘hello arti madam nashta jhala ka’ -
echo in my mind, a voice lingering -
everlasting part of the memories.
and perhaps he might’ve not been physically capable of hearing the words;
but i know-
somehow, my words reached him when I whispered “I love you” for one last time
as i ran my hand over his head -
the loving touch i hope he took to his grave.
i know, he knows, despite the differences, the arguments and all the tough times -
that deep down I have always loved him.
… so much.
In loving memory of my father
04. 01. 1941 - 19. 04. 2025
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