Times of joy and life’s milestones deserve to be celebrated with those we love. I know that Mom and Dad, would have been very proud to see us at this stage in our lives. Especially, because there were times he was taking wagers that I might never amount to much in my life. To be fair, I never gave him much to believe in, during my younger days.
As I celebrate life’s special moments, I miss them both, with a piercing pain that never seems to fade. It’s the permanence of death — the finality of loss — that dulls the joy of some of our greatest celebrations.
I often find myself talking aloud, to my Dad’s photograph that sits quietly on my dresser. Maybe I am losing my mind. Maybe it’s the only way I know how to cope. Either way, my loss is permanent, and I must move on with my intimate circle of loved ones. The void in my life will always remain.
About Hemant Rustogi
Some voids cant be filled, yet we have to learn to move on, trying to find a purpose to continue life’s journey.
Heart touching . We all miss them in different ways . RIP Ma and Pa !