Appa passed away in the early morning hours of December 3, 2014, one month short of his 72 nd birthday. Well, he was 67 yrs old on the fateful night of brain hemorrhage, so I guess we lost the father we knew back then. I have been unable to bring myself to write anything about him since that past 3 ½ years. Each time I think of a blog post, my eyes would tear up, chest turn heavy and breathing would be constricted, sure signs of no blog post. This time I am ready to write about the night he left his physical body. On the night of December 2 nd , as per the routine I was awake until Appa was deep asleep. I called my sister around 11ish to update on him. He was constantly battling infection and was running temperature for the past few months. Appa’s neurosurgeon messaged me back asking to continue his medication and then I called it a night around 12:30am. My internal clock woke me up around 4:00am to check on him. When I opened my eyes, I
When our father suffered a massive brain haemorrhage our lives changed forever. He was not expected to live. Life, priorities, love, friends, family, money, health – everything has gained a new, in many aspects finer and better perspective. A renaissance in our lives. Finding little or no survivors stories online, my sister and I decided to tell our story along with those of many others whose lives have crossed ours in this journey.