I never told my father that I loved him. Our expressions of love was in our friendship, our hugs, our conversations...and I am quite sure he knew.
But I never ever can remember even one instance when I looked him in the face and said, "I love you."
He died one night and I stayed by his bedside and hugged him all night but I never said those three magic words.
I don't know why.
It's something I shall regret always.
So I hug my family and never give up on a chance to remind them that I love them. This time, I try to ensure that there will not be anything left unspoken or unsaid.
So if any of my children are reading this, remember always, that I love you. And I am always there for you.
All the rest is irrelevant.
But I never ever can remember even one instance when I looked him in the face and said, "I love you."
He died one night and I stayed by his bedside and hugged him all night but I never said those three magic words.
I don't know why.
It's something I shall regret always.
So I hug my family and never give up on a chance to remind them that I love them. This time, I try to ensure that there will not be anything left unspoken or unsaid.
So if any of my children are reading this, remember always, that I love you. And I am always there for you.
All the rest is irrelevant.
just lost my bade papa,my jethu, dis aftrnoon.hope he can hear d unspoken grief in my heart.He's d first real loss i have had!!n ya...words wont express how i feel....jus as u had gently warned me.
ReplyDeleteI think a lot of us can say the same, missed moments.
ReplyDeleteyeah, missed moments that never return.... "the moving finger writes.." And Latika, big hugs. With you in spirit.
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