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Hey Baba, I miss you…

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BabaIt 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…

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August 13, 2014 at 1:23 AM

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Abba jee!” I heard my friend’s five-year old daughter calling him today; we were speaking over phone and he was telling me fascinating stories about how fast kids grow. As a father of a 2-month old, I couldn’t agree any less. Yet, what stayed in my mind, and heart, was the word, ‘Abba’

dear_abbaFrom the time I remember, I always addressed my father as ‘Baba’; while Daddy’s, Dad’s and Papa’s were the most commonly used terms in family, friends’ circles and society at large; no one of my generation that I knew addressed their father as Baba. An occasional Babu jee or Pita jee could still be heard, but the numbers were too far in between, and surely none of these kids came from the convent-educated elite and bourgeois class!

To me, ‘Baba’ was sweet and personal. And to my father, it meant the world… the very sound of the word was pleasant to his ears, so he would say…

All these memories came back to me today, when I heard my friend’s daughter addressing him in the most affectionate manner… Abba

I am reminded of something I read long ago, in Thomas Smail’s book – The Forgotten Father –

“Abba is not Hebrew, the language of liturgy, but Aramaic, the language of home and everyday life… We need to be wary of the suggestion… that the correct translation of Abba is ‘Daddy.’ Abba is the intimate word of a family circle where that obedient reverence was at the heart of the relationship, whereas Daddy is the familiar word of a family circle from which all thoughts of reverence and obedience have largely disappeared… The best English translation of Abba is simply ‘Dear Father’.”

 Does this strike a chord with you?


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Written by RRGwrites

August 1, 2014 at 10:43 PM

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