It was 10 years ago on this day that I lost my dad at a young age of 54 to a heart attack. No doubt he lived a full life on his terms, but 54 is still too young. There is a constant emptiness since that day, that cannot be filled by anyone else and not a day goes by without me thinking about him, more so now since I had my son in August 2012. I imagine the interactions they would have and how thrilled my dad would be. How he would dote over his grandson and spoil him rotten. It is the one regret that I have in my life that my son will not get to know his grandfather. In my own little way I tell him about his "nana-papa", show him photographs so that he can relate. And as time goes by, I see more and more of my dad in my son, from simple behaviours to how he looks at times. And that makes me feel that my dad is closer than I can ever imagine. One day when he is a little older and can understand, I will tell him all about his "nana-papa". Love you papa and miss you more than words can describe.
Back in January this year, Ronav’s grandparents gifted him an easel, canvas papers and paints. We spent one Saturday afternoon creating this finger painting. He painted the entire thing himself with a few inputs from me. At that time he had little knowledge of what the roots of trees really do. So when I explained the roots help in anchorage and nutrition, he made them round and big to give his trees maximum nutrients. He also painted two suns. When I asked him the reason for doing that, this was his explanation “One sun is up in the sky to give us light and one sun is close to my trees to help them grow stronger and taller quickly.” The imaginative minds of young kids! Needless to say that we have saved this one!