Tuesday, October 8, 2019
Papa, it's nearly been two months since you passed away. I'm still numb. I wake up looking for you every day, you're still in my contact "favorites" and you always will be. I listened to your last voicemail for the first time today and cried for hours. I feel your presence in my heart and I know you'll always be watching over me. Thanks for teaching me to stand firm on my own two feet, thanks for teaching the how to stand tall in a hurricane, to be resilient, the importance of education, of having a strong mind and a pure heart, the importance of being gracious and giving back, to help those who are struggling to the best of my ability. My dad inspired me to write, he started discussing philosophy and Sikh literature from an early age. The amount of knowledge my dad had about literature, philosophy and the law I could fill up an entire bookshelf with. I miss us drinking tea together every evening after dinner, I miss our inside jokes, I miss you falling asleep within the first two minutes of a movie, and pretty much everywhere (lol) I miss your delicious home cooked Indian food (btw, thank you for teaching me your recipes), I miss you randomly just bursting into my room with an idea or a dad joke. I miss talking to you to vent on a bad or good day. I miss calling you first whenever I had good news. But, I know you aren't gone. I meditated yesterday and felt you near me. To anyone reading this who has lost a loved one, they never really leave us. When you turn inward you will connect with their soul. After all, the soul is immortal. I love you dad, always and forever and I am forever proud to be your daughter. Love, Pri Samra
