Lend me few drops of tear to wipe those feet which are no longer visible. Lend me few moments to Hold those two fingers which cant be touched anymore but the warmth of which has remained. Paying my tributes to my father Shri Ramakant Dwivedi on his पुण्यतिथि (Death Anniversary ) Re-plugging an old post from past. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Goodbye Papa please pray for me I was the black sheep of the family You tried to teach me right from wrong Too much wine and too much song Wonder how I got along Goodbye papa its hard to die When all the birds are singing in the sky Now that the spring is in the air Little children everywhere When you see them Ill be there. (WestLife) Today concludes the thirteen day period of mourning which started with the cremation of the mortal body of Ramakant Dwivedi on the banks of River Ganga in Buxar(Bihar) on 23rd January 2014. In his death he has been able to unite the family like never before with close to 50 family members of family living in the same house for 13 days. Met so many of fathers friend from childhood he narrated some association. Despite the hustle-bustle and the labyrinth of relationships which a family like ours offered, i woke up with a sense of loss and gap. A gap perhaps which will form the core of our living from now on. Growing up in a lower middle class family, the only festivity which our household indulged was My birthday. Perhaps the honest means of my father allowed that much extravagance. Irony had preserved its stroke of bolt in my 30th year of life when on my birthday my brother Jay dwivedi and I ended up offering fire to our fathers meager physical frame. Our family has received numerous messages of condolences from near ones. We are thankful for your care an concern during such hard times. Also , thankful for your prayers and blessings. Jai Gurudev. Om Namah Shivaye
Posted on: Thu, 22 Jan 2015 04:16:55 +0000
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