My father died 13 years ago, 3rd May 2000, by cardiac attack. I could not see him and even could not be the part of his last journey. Never loved anyone more..... People say.. time heals. But my father's death is a wound that has never healed. It's a wound I cherish. My father was a Guru, great teacher to many and a dear friend to me not just a father. Remembering him today is not just memories, it's also lots of strength, that's what he gave me all his life. Thank him for being part of my life, every day is Father's Day for me.
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