Hey Baba, I miss you…

It is two years today that Baba passed away. I was with him in his very last moments… I saw him slipping away… in front of my eyes, all by myself… it was the same humid, scary August night like today…

Lord knows I miss him. I have missed him every day in these last two years… There hasn’t been a day that I do not think of my father and talk about him. Those who get to know me, get to know him too. Every day as I leave my home and come back, he looks at me from that huge portrait hung in the living room and I can see the very same old charming and infectious smile! Something he always reserved for me. When I close my eyes, I can see that smile and feel it in my bones.

Folks, if you are fortunate and blessed to have your father with you in this world, do take out time and tell him and then show him you care. Do not miss out the opportunity to love him and seek his blessings… before the chance slips away.

My father, he was gone too soon… I am sure he is spreading smiles up there. I just wish I could get to hug him, just one more time…