#WritcoStoryPrompt120
Write a story based on the phrase "You will realize a person's worth when they are gone."
So , so true. This is not just a phrase , this is an institutional reality of life.My father ,I called him Baba , always used to say this to me.
But the young blood in me that time never paid any heed.
Then came a time when I lost my mother.Her void was irreplaceable.I missed her everything....her short temper her loud scoldings , her fights with Baba , her smell , her smile. The first few months of her loss were very tough. Gradually I found solace in Baba"s presence.Ma " s void took a back seat.
I began to believe my Baba was immortal. His presence was enough consolation.His feeble smile was sunshine for me.He spoke very less.
Then tragedy struck.With his frail health deteriorating , we had to hospitalize him. But I was sure he would come back and lie on his bed
albeit with oxygen cylinder and mask but at least I could just see him.In my selfish love for him , I didn't realise his release would be his solace.
God gave him release. I was so used to his encompassing presence that his absence (after all the rituals were over ) struck me hard almost numbing me. Now I fully understood what his worth , his mere presence was for me.
I wish you could come back Baba and just not go.
#sorrow#
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