Your grand pa was my father,
Not a moment, not a day when I have not thought of him.
So sudden which fails me to meet the truth.
Striving and fighting to be ignorant, but failing and wailing.
Reality is too large to be concealed and fought.
Hence my agony overpowers my thoughts.
But still I try and preserve, to believe that he is here, somewhere near -not so far as people say.
Painfully so, again I fail. The pain inflicted by the colossal truth rises and rises to make me dwarf.
The might of truth and enormity of NOW tell me to Surrender as I again . Again the reality which brings
grief and pain.
The despicable fact makes me sad, again and again.
No end to it no end to it....
So never conceal you love and feelings from your parents, just express it. One day they may not be
there, but then we do not get a second chance. There may be many things we wanted to share, but then
it may be too late.
No loss is as great as loss of parents. Losing them is like losing your childhood and youth. Life seems
cruel and ugly. You question why all this. Your emotions question your wisdom. Your emotions question
all you have learnt and read.
The sad part is that there is no second chance... so never -never miss an opportunity to talk to your
parents, express your love and care. Spend whatever you can on them lest you repent of neglect.
Nothing in life can compensate the absence of your parents.
So please love them, just love them...