This weekend I went to my mom’s place where I happened to see an old
dairy of my dad’s. The dairy was of the year 1984. It had interesting
mentions like me joining LKG in lady wellingdon school on June 22nd and
relatives came to our place, dad visiting tirupathi, and my bro visiting
coimbatore etc etc.
A shocking note was also there that my dad got heart attack on June 18th 1984. My mom says she doesn’t know about it. My dad is like most of the men who never care about their health just for the sake of the pride. I guess that must be the first heart attack and later also he must have had the problem, but he never cared about it. My dad died on 28th Oct 1994 and I remember later we found a medical prescription dated some 15 days earlier the death from somewhere in the shelf. So he had some health issues, but none of us knew about it.
Those days couples were not friendly enough to share the concerns with his partner like these days, so my mom was not aware about it. At least if the children were older and matured enough, they might have taken care of him. Even my eldest bro was just 20 or so and he could not identify and handle my dad’s health back then.
Still I could remember the darkest day of my life and its related scenes. Exactly on the previous night, may be because of some instinct or something, my dad was advising me like I should study well, not to fight with my 2nd bro, listen to moms words etc etc. I used to sleep with my parents, me in the middle. We three used to sleep in a fan-less room, because all three of us doesn’t need a fan on winter days, whereas my 2 bros used to sleep in the other room with a fan. When we went to sleep the previous night, I was about to sleep and my dad covered me into his cuddle. I used to cry even now thinking about it because I stopped his hands and slipped it back because it was disturbing my sleep.
Sigh! Somehow his chapter was over when eldest son was also not settled in any job. He missed all happy occasions like his three children’s wedding, house warming ceremonies, grand children, eldest bro who struggled in life and now comfortably living with family in US.
Even now when I see any son/daughter taking their dad to hospital for check-ups, it used to make me feel guilty that we had no maturity to attend dad’s health. Sigh! Fate is already decided, right?
I wonder how men could ignore about the health issues when a whole family is dependent on him. Though sounds harsh, I would suggest such men not to marry and have children.
A shocking note was also there that my dad got heart attack on June 18th 1984. My mom says she doesn’t know about it. My dad is like most of the men who never care about their health just for the sake of the pride. I guess that must be the first heart attack and later also he must have had the problem, but he never cared about it. My dad died on 28th Oct 1994 and I remember later we found a medical prescription dated some 15 days earlier the death from somewhere in the shelf. So he had some health issues, but none of us knew about it.
Those days couples were not friendly enough to share the concerns with his partner like these days, so my mom was not aware about it. At least if the children were older and matured enough, they might have taken care of him. Even my eldest bro was just 20 or so and he could not identify and handle my dad’s health back then.
Still I could remember the darkest day of my life and its related scenes. Exactly on the previous night, may be because of some instinct or something, my dad was advising me like I should study well, not to fight with my 2nd bro, listen to moms words etc etc. I used to sleep with my parents, me in the middle. We three used to sleep in a fan-less room, because all three of us doesn’t need a fan on winter days, whereas my 2 bros used to sleep in the other room with a fan. When we went to sleep the previous night, I was about to sleep and my dad covered me into his cuddle. I used to cry even now thinking about it because I stopped his hands and slipped it back because it was disturbing my sleep.
Sigh! Somehow his chapter was over when eldest son was also not settled in any job. He missed all happy occasions like his three children’s wedding, house warming ceremonies, grand children, eldest bro who struggled in life and now comfortably living with family in US.
Even now when I see any son/daughter taking their dad to hospital for check-ups, it used to make me feel guilty that we had no maturity to attend dad’s health. Sigh! Fate is already decided, right?
I wonder how men could ignore about the health issues when a whole family is dependent on him. Though sounds harsh, I would suggest such men not to marry and have children.
