Conversation declassified
Are you there? Just asking, for I
believe you are always present in my life. Every day when I sit in the drawing
room glued to the national news I cannot help steal a glance in your direction,
your huge photo hanging dominantly on the wall opposite my sitting area.
You know dad, there is something
refreshing in the way you look at me from behind the bounded glass of a frame.
I somehow get the feeling that I just need to reach out and touch you to feel
you, to sink my head into your solid embrace. I don’t know why I get this
feeling but as the days go by though they say memory fades, I am experiencing
the opposite. You seem to be growing larger than life with every passing day.
Anyways, how’s life dad? Hope you
are keeping yourself busy even as you await your brood in heaven. You know dad
the elder President Bush just passed away very recently and I chanced upon a
cartoon that was drawn as an obituary to the great man. The cartoon shows
Senior Bush, landing in Heaven in his plane and being greeted by his wife
Barbara and their daughter Robin who was 3 years old when she died in 1953.
I can see the joy on the faces of
Senior Bush, his wife and daughter when they were united at the gates. The
cartoon really touched me somewhere and got me thinking dad- You know dad I am
not very much of a religious kind but this place called heaven really appeals
to me now. I am hoping to meet you when I get up there, because I keep hearing
stories of people looking forward to a life after death. Now nobody has ever
gone up there and come back to tell me stories of yonder but as they say ‘no
news is good news’.
The ancient Egyptians took along
a huge entourage of material/supplies to help them in the afterlife, but I
guess we will just have fun roaming around in the garden of happiness and when
I can listen to your stories of the time when I was not born. Together we can
hope to receive other folks who are dear to us. It also gives me a feeling of
hope, because I am feeling reassured that we will all be one big happy family
even after having passed on in this life.
Now I fear death no more since I
see an opportunity for a change- a change from the ritualistic routine of life.
Mom isn’t keeping well after you departed. In fact she seems to be in a hurry to
join you up there. I don’t blame her I can understand.
It’s been two full years since
you are gone, and I keep thinking of the time when you called for me and I did
not come citing routine commitments. Then you got angry with me and left me
without a hint. I rushed to see you and the memory keeps coming back, the
opportunity lost even when warm blood was running within you, as I clung onto
your still, lifeless and cold body.
No point brooding over missed
opportunities, one has to take them as and when they come, because otherwise one
may regret like me. Well we are going to put up a remembrance post in the
newspaper on your 2nd death anniversary – I wonder for whom. Anybody, who cares about you should not be
reminded, and if they must then they are better off forgetful.
They say do not count the number
of people who fill the church when the gong goes for the funeral, but count
them painstakingly at the burial ground, for that is the true measure of the feelings
for the departed soul.
That’s all for the time being
dad, will keep you posted.
Hanging up dad- Goodbye and so
long
21st December 2018
