Conversation declassified

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 2^nd 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

21^st December 2018