You would have been 67 today. I have a gift for you. Mom is here with me. She came in yesterday. Exactly four years after your first trip to US with her. We received her at the airport and I don’t know why but I kept looking for you in the crowds. I was hoping you will also appear and come stand next to her. But that did not happen. She was alone. Brave and alone.
But now she is here with us and we will have a lovely time together. Reminisce your memories and share our grief. The eternal grief that never will exit our systems. No matter how many years pass by.
Happy birthday Papa. May you have happiness wherever you are. Your soul has a new cloak of that I am sure. May be someday I will run into you again – in another form. With that hope..! I shall move on.