In the early morning, I jumped up with the alarm sound of 4:30 a.m. I realized that my departure day was just one week before, last Tuesday morning. I felt it was my dad to remind me of that.
This time is totally different experience from that from my late mom. When my mom passed away, I kept on weeping for her 49-days duration. As for my dad, maybe I don’t have that much strong spiritual connection with him. I don’t cry that much. Still, I send my good thoughts and prayers along with mantras to my dad every day, so that he can depart to his spiritual homeplace without any issues. I appreciate him for letting me to become his daughter. I don’t have any grudges to him because his innocent but unbelievably actions to me eventually made me strong in my soul. Don’t worry Dad. I am not mad at you. I wish you all the best and rest well in your spiritual homeplace.
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