R.I.P

It is a little difficult for me to write this post. Because it is about somebody I never knew personally. Not at all. He is my friend's late father, who died fighting cancer most of his life. When I heard the news, I was not taken aback because I didn't know how to react. I didn't know what to tell him. I could see my room-mate crying uncontrollably after the news was dropped before us. Maybe I felt tears come up to my eyes but somehow I didn't let them fall. I only stared out of the window, knowing no matter how bad I feel, I could never empathize the loss of a parent.


Reflecting philosophically, it's true that in life there are many separations, many deaths. Moreover, who belonged to whom in this world! Even though there is no need to part, there is no explanation as to why separations have to be an ultimate end. 


I know I don't know you enough Sir but I have a daddy too. I know how important daddy is for me. And now I know how hard your son must be trying to cope up with everything. I am sure you must have been a great man, a wonderful husband and an awesome father. May you remain happy wherever you are. 


"Peace, my heart, let the time for the parting be sweet.

Let it not be a death but completeness.
Let love melt into memory and pain into songs.
Let the flight through the sky end in the folding of the wings over the nest.
Let the last touch of your hands be gentle like the flower of the night.
Stand still, O Beautiful End, for a moment, and say your last words in silence.
I bow to you and hold up my lamp to light you on your way.

~Rabindranath Tagore