HE LIVED LIKE A COMMANDER, TOOK LEAVE LIKE A COMMANDER
Picture Courtesy: My Dear Little Brother Vamsi Kris


I took a long time to write this post. Every single time I sat down to write this, a flood of emotions paralysed the mind. I guess you are never too old to lose a parent.

Dad passed away on 21st December.

April 2015 was when Dad was diagnosed with intestinal cancer. While the whole family was completely devastated, he himself took it in his stride. I have always known my father as an oak tree, never shaking or yielding, standing tall and strong and facing what comes his way armoured with unshakable resolve. He was determined to fight it, he was not willing to give up.

It was his determination that gave us strength. Despite all odds we wanted to believe, we’ll sail through. But villainous as it is, cancer took over my father’s legendary resolve. Each day in those eight months, the saddest, gloomiest 8 months for my family, hold the most painful memories of seeing him suffer. The helplessness we felt, as we saw him unable to eat, going through pain splintered our faith.

Yet it is fascinating how he chose to end his journey. Spending time with everyone that mattered to him, finishing every task he had outlined for himself, fulfilling every desire lurking in him, he chose to leave the world at the most auspicious time, Vaikuntha Ekadashi, that is the day they say the doors to Vaikuntha open, He made it that day!

He was my oak tree, standing by me, protecting me from wind and storm and shading me from every harm and trouble. As his darling granddaughter puts it, he is now the brightest star up in the sky, he is now part of everything everywhere and he now resides in Ammamma’a heart, still shading us like an oak tree.

The way the entire family including all his brothers, sisters, their children, came together to care for him and comfort him and stand by my family in our darkest hour is the most touching takeaway for my family. We are so grateful to our dear family for all the support they extended all along. We couldn’t have made it without them.

This post is in honour of my Dad, the man with the steeliest resolve, the man who perfected the ‘perfect’ of all things, the man with incredible precision, the man who respected time, the man who never gave up!

THANK YOU NANNAGARU FOR EVERYTHING!
WE LOVE YOU!! YOU LIVE IN OUR HEARTS!!!

Comments

  1. Bharani17 February 2016 at 02:08

    We always be proud of them Siri of what we r today

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  2. Unknown17 February 2016 at 09:07

    It is an irrepairable loss...a void that will never fill coz fathers are so special.

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