And i find myself being more of my father’s daughter.  Nearly every sentence or an anecdote or

an experience..begins with , You know my dad did it this way!

And then there are the dreams at night.. with a regular frequency!

and the tears that are suddenly threaten to brim out of the eyes. a weight on the chest..

a huge lump in the throat, eyes welled up at all times... and that attempt to stifle that sob,

which I know will be a loud one.

a year

a year

i survived a year.

there will be many more

why did it never occur to me it will be that it will be as difficult

a parent will fade out of your life.. with a family of your own, the parent..does he fall lower in the hierarchy.. hierarchy of the indispensables in your life!!!

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