Today is March 20. The first thought that I woke up with was that it was the day my father was born, 90 years ago. If he had not left us in 2011, this would have been a day of grand celebrations.Family members, who rarely get time to meet, would have come together to felicitate him on this achievement of having stayed alive for so long. The last few years of his life were relatively peaceful, and given the family’s improved financial condition, he could have been happy, enjoying some luxuries that bypassed him all his life. A gentle soul, who never ever wished anyone harm, we would all have benefitted from his presence, even if his stubbornness would have occasionally irritated us. I miss him every day, and wish he was with us.
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