Crossing boundaries- jumping walls.

My dad was born on April 1, 1947. He was the third child in a family of five. He was a very hardworker since his young age. I have some instances to refer to with regard to his great personality.

When my dad was in his teens his mother was admitted in Government hospital for treatment. My dad would take lunch for his mom. He would walk all the way from Triplicane to the GH. So he would eventually reach the hospital at the time it was closed for visitors. As he used to go with his friends, they would help him to climb on them to reach the wall, so he could jump inside the hospital grounds, to provide lunch to his mom. A series of factors like financial crunch, time when the lunch was prepared made him reach the hospital at the time he reached everyday. One day the hospital watchman saw him doing this and was surprised at the steps taken by my dad to provide lunch to his sick mom. The kind watchman let my dad use the front gate the next day onwards understanding the family situation.

My dad- a great person in my life

I had a great dad. He passed away on Feb 7th of this year, leaving my family in a huge state of shock. His death was sudden and unexpected as he was perfectly healthy till the last minute he was conscious. To me he had a peaceful death (kind of like in his sleep) - so I know that GOD did justice to him- but not to me :(

Grief is an unexpected cycle of life. Every individual deals with grief differently. You will be in a state of denial, then in a state of acceptance. Grief does not fade away but sleeps within at times, or completely awake but never ever vanishes or subsides.

I do not want to talk about stages of grief or how to handle grief. But I want to use this page to talk about my DAD. He was definitely a great individual and I truly want the world to know about him.