Its been a year since you left us. Left so suddenly that you didnt give anyone a chnce to say goodbye. For us a death anniversary is just a milestone because no day goes by when we dont remember you- what must have your last moment been like? Could we have saved you if we would have been there? these questions will haunt me forever because i know that these will never be answered. you went away with the knowledge that you are going to be a grand dad again but you never waited to see his/her face. Its a girl, pappa. The most wondrous gift any man could ask for. She is a bundle of joy, how she would have loved tour company and you, hers. Every daily routine tasks like running behind her when she crawls all around in the house reminds me of you. How you would have loved to do the same, taking her out for a walk, putting her to sleep, taking care of her I am sure you are watching over her and over all of us. miss you, pappa
I am in search of an elusive bug, the one that usually darts across my eyes when I am deep in thought, all shiny, all enticing. The sun reflects off its shiny surface giving it a golden appearance. Sometimes I wish I could just hop on the Firebolt like Harry Potter and ‘snitch’ it out just like in a game of Quidditch. So, alluring and so elusive is this bug. There are stories of people having caught this bug in the most unexpected circumstances but usually in times of seclusion, angst, or heartbreak. Some inspiration and seclusion has worked for me in the past and I got both when I was left to my own devices over a Christmas break - the wife was away and I had just put down Victory by Conrad. So, the writing bug has been caught! Couldn’t have asked for a more inspiring book than Victory. How lucid is the writing, how well fleshed out are the characters! I was in fact blown away after reading the author’s note, the little foreword put in by Conrad. I knew that this book is g