That last hug

After that last hug on the 9th of June 2019 when I departed from Bangalore airport to Munich after celebrating his 70th birth anniversary, the next time I saw him directly was on the 18th of June 2019 in the cold storage, where his dead body was kept, he was no more. My dad left us on the 18th of June 2019 but his way of life will never leave me. He never said "I love you" to me or to my mom or to my brother or anyone, he simply loved the way he knew. He never taught us or preached us anything, he simply did what he believed was right, he simply worked and worked. I learnt a lot by observing him, even to this day, everyday I am trying to decode why he did some of the things he did.

I didn't have a clue back then why that last hug at the airport was such a big one.

Miss you dad.

To anyone who is reading this, I don't like to be prescriptive, but as someone who has experienced it and would like to help others, I would like to share and request just two points. 
  • If you want to do something for your parents, don't delay.  


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