Happy 75th birthday, Papa!
It has been four months since you left us in October 2025, and there still are moments when it doesn’t feel real – like that call from Mummy never happened. When reality does hit, it hits with a force that is hard to describe in words, and this one hits very differently. It will take a while (maybe a long while) for us to process this loss and learn to live without having you around.
The thought of losing you has been my biggest (and only) fear in life. And now that it has happened – I am trying to navigate a world which is emptier and where the ground underneath is shakier. Although in some moments, the same world also feels strangely fuller because of the strength you left me behind. I think I have grown more in the past 4 months than I have in my mortal existence so far.
Over the past 4 months, there have been a lot of times when I have thought how would Papa have reacted in this situation? What would he have done? What would he have said? How would he have handled it? And that has been my guidepost – your way of life is becoming my guidepost. And I am realizing it is a solid one.
I am realizing you equipped me with skills needed not just to survive, but maybe even to thrive, long before I knew I would need it. The thing I am still trying to fathom is that with my biggest cheerleader gone – whom will I celebrate my life’s milestones with.
We miss you more than words can hold.
But, rest in peace, Papa – Mummy and I will be ok.
Eureka! Eureka! 