To My Father On His Birthday

Father and me ©Asha Rajan

My dearest Achan,

Eighteen years have passed and more, since Death took you by the hand and led you away.  That moment of realisation that you had departed is still so clear, so breath-stealing these many years on.  And yet.  And yet I can no longer remember the exact quality of your voice, the timbre of your laugh.  Memories of you are slideshows, short films that play in my imagination; you are animated, vividly coloured, laughing and larger than life.

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It’s quiet… too quiet….

[en] camping, tent

 

The CEO has taken Godzilla and the TeenWolf camping today. They’ve kitted themselves out with cots, pillows, sleeping bags, daypacks, food and the ubiquitous (at least in our house) camouflage light (don’t get excited, it’s just a camping lantern with camo designs on it).

Meanwhile, Pinky and the Brain are in their respective corners… sleeping.  They did their usual walk with the CEO this morning, then went on a second, longer walk with me and the boys.  It’s more than their fat, spoilt bodies are used to.

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