Tomorrow it will be a year since I lost you daddy. I stand today looking at life feeling as scared as a kid who lost hold of her fathers hand while walking in a crowd. People around me tell me that as per Hindu beliefs when a year passes by the soul then goes and merges with the Param- athma. Attaining peace and what not. I envy their beliefs and their confidence in the truth of these beliefs.
For a year now I have been reading as much as I can about life after death, about near death experiences, about what death means both scientifically and religiously. I realise that it is mere foolishness on my part to think written texts could provide an answer to the most enigmatic philosophically question known to mankind.
The not knowing is not killing me,rather it is the sheer frustration of not having you in my life and the absolute knowledge that there is nothing I can do to remedy it.
I hope that where ever you are happy and at peace and I pray that if there is a rebirth for you then you have a better daughter than I this time. Take care daddy. I love you.
