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Today is Dad's first death anniversary

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Ashi said…
do u still remember dad the same way as u did a year and a half back.. do u still get mad with him and have fights? or is it just reduced to "fond" memories... does the human side of dad still exist or is it plain recollection of the past... do u still relate him to the present?? does it still hurt the same??
Sunday, December 11, 2005 3:47:00 PM
Anupam said…
Talking about remembering your father is like asking someone whether u breathe or not...it has been 17 years since he is not with us but it still seems that some day he will just knock our doors. A spot in the heart will always ask the question why is he not here?????
Sunday, December 11, 2005 5:17:00 PM
Deepanjan said…
Dad was the best thing to have ever happened to me...& I'm sure the reverse also holds true.
Monday, December 12, 2005 3:40:00 AM
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