Few weeks back when the summer was still not around and the spring was in its full bloom in Islamabad, the capital of Pakistan, I had the chance to stay with my dad a good two weeks and enjoyed every minute of it. This time it was not the good weather alone but my dad's company that made my stay so sweet. It was specially more so after my mom's demise last year that I had the chance to fully understand what dads are all about. Previously my visits were always influenced by my mom. We had that special relationship ..mom and daughter one which is a sweet and sour combination turned bitter towards the end of the trip but honeyed down to a sweetest good bye..a dramatic emotional play with kisses and good byes and sniffs and apologies!! I do miss my mother a great deal. No one in this world can take her place ever.
However, its this off n on dramas my dad was always the silent spectator..the kind of dads who want to please both parties and yet be in the good books of both..a rather difficult situation I may reckon we must have put my dad into. Any how post my mom he was at first shaken, devastated.then reconciled to being alone and then settled down to this status of being single and alone. Any ways on this trip to my surprise he was saving a lot of things to share with me . like the marigold that had bloomed on our terrace and the big old crate that he had turned into this painted planter on my insistence. he knows i have this penchant for plants..green hands that i have and of course I inherited this quality from him..I 'd forgotten over the years that it was he who used to bag garden prizes. We went to see our land in the mountains and discussed what next was to be planted there and may be build a small shack for occasional night overs or day spends. We even went for walks to the club and he shared the smallest nook and cranny that had some thing to show like a new green rose bush and hanging babylonian styled terraces and then we had a quite tea session and a library session where he showed me new arrivals and the books he had photo copied and why he did that. To top it off we also attended tambola night where most of the attendees were all oldies intent upon winning and I almost dozed off lol! but the best date with my dad was the dinner out together where he watched his cholestrol and I my weight. He gave me tips how much to walk and what to eat and not to eat which I hardly listened to had a full hearty four course meal.
To top it off not to forget the books discussions at home at tea time and morning newspaper suggestions and health tv tips made me understand my dad even more. I realized how much he missed my mom and how much he loved my company and shared every little thing that he nver did before in the fear of disturbing the mother daughter equilibrium. Now has me and I have him. I am my daddys girl who wants to talk to him on and on clinging to the fact that he is still there..alive and talking..one i can hug and share my hopes and dreams and fears with...I beg of all of you my friends and followers to enjoy your parents company now as much as you can before they leave you and fade away..then it will only be a sad memory and a regret that you did not give time to them!!
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