My Father....

They say time and tide waits for none......very rightly said. A year back , i lost my father after a prolonged coma...... and it was a difficult and a testing time for me....and believe me , it has not been easy , on the emotional front.....initially i had no time to spare for my self...too many things to attend to ....and when i had the time ....i was promptly called back to duty.......and was told that life has to go on......and that time would heal everything. I stuck on to this philosophy and before i knew routine took over my mental state......i moved on with the tide , though i missed him terribly, i missed his impatient phone calls asking my where abouts if i was ever late, his familiar figure sitting in the veranda, waiting for my return in the evening from dawki, i missed driving him for his monthly check ups.....for his hair cut......or sometimes just for a casual drive..... and very often i would remember what he taught me all his life.....the value of time....he was one person i saw who was never ever late in his whole life time......i learnt the art of discipline from him.....i learnt the word of honour from him......all valuable lessons for me.....the person i have been moulded into today..... days rolled into weeks and then into months and finally one year has passed.....we observed his first death anniversary and in the evening had kirtan for him.......and i realized time has moved on no doubt but memories are ever so fresh......does time really heal ?????