So Long Thaththi!
Today happens to be my fathers second death anniversary.
It seems just like yesterday those days that I used to joke and argue with him on all things from politics to everything else. He never tried to act like a boss to me and my brother. He allowed us to make our own mistakes and allowed us to learn on our own. But he always kept a vigilant eye on what we were upto, just to make sure that we were not going on the wrong track.
If there was one thing he loved (apart from amma and us) that was books. I remember now, there was hardly a week that he did not buy a new book. Sometimes, I would come home from work to find a new book on my table. He knew about the latest books on any area that we were interested in.
Once a friend of his told us that he loved everyone else selflessly, but not himself! Maybe that's why you departed from this world. Oh thaththi, I wish you were here. But alas, it is not to be!
I know this is a selfish wish, but I hope to be your son in the journey through sansara!