Till someone called me and greeted me
on Father’s Day I did not realise, I always feel do I need to celebrate a day
or is it all days? Any day for that matter. I debate all the time. There are
things at times I repeat I wonder always how my father spent his life with so many
smiles despite what he went through I have never seen him complaining. Positive
all the time. He never saved for his post-retirement life. I always wonder about
that. He interacted with all age groups with ease, and everyone loved to meet
him. For quite a long I was angry (as many things about him later in my life maybe this happens when one is young) and the anger turned into admiration.
I always remember…
He never said anything for more than
once...
He always suggested and never forced his
way….
He was always a life-long learner…
Respected another person…
He always greeted people…
Most of all he loved all for what
they are….
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