Dad/ My Father -From Chelvi

Akka, when you get a chance pls post his in your blog, i dont have access to it-thanks

Family and friends - through my dad's side.
I mentioned dad's side only because there is no way i would have known you all without him. The beauty of life is death..as much as it sounds ridiculous the truth of the matter is that regardless of what ill feelings you have for someone and their short comings..once the person dies all the negative aspect of ones life is outside the window and the only thing that matters is reflection of all the positive effect he had on others. Thats why as much i am filled with extreme grief as it is my first experience losing a father!!!!!!! feels i am filled with gratitude to see that everyone is remembering him for all the good memories he has left behind. As much as most of you have known him for a longer period of time than me just for the fact that i am his first seed gives me that little credibility to talk about my father and thank you all for the mere fact of being his family..formality not intended.
I was never a great fan of my dad's personal life as all of you know, but im sure never short of being extremely proud of his political life- a great humanitarian and an unsung hero in short. I used to be mad as to the way he lead his life where he didnt care of what people thought and did what he thought was right according to him. Little that i realized that I am exactly like my father...where as much as a respect people never gave a damn...( sorry for the french) of what people or my family though of me and lived and still living the life that i feel is right..which is the grey area of life.
His shortcomings as a dad is merely a speck and regardless of how much time he spent as a father i am where i am because of him and there is no denial of it. His genes are dominant in a lot of ways including my nose:)
I am grateful to God that Hasini was able to spend quality time with her grandfather that actually lead him to write a book and if there one thamizl sentence sh learnt , it was from appa.

7:57pm
Ealachelvi Janarthanan
contd...
Last year when he almost kissed death, i was there with him fighting day and night and inspite of all the doctors giving up as he was on a week coma, i was determined to save my father just by faith. And the doctors would only talk to me and saved my mother for the most of the bad news and just when i was about to give up my father recoverd and got a 2nd life.... when he visited me before the stroke and when i took my last family album with him i requested him to stay back with me...all the while knowing that my offer will be declined...and then the massive stroke...
My last conversation with my dad.....was me begging him to stay in the hospital and recover and i told him that if he does that little favor for me ...as soon as he is able to walk he can come wiht me and stay with me forever and i promised him to fulfil his wishes of looking for a hous near the lake side ...just the way he liked...but he was very unfair and refused to give me that chance....
.I would give my life if i have to...to be there for the funeral as much as i hate to see my dad with no life...but i guess i will not be lucky on that part.
Anyway this long letter i simply to thank you all for being in his life and as much as he might have said hurtful things he truly loved his family more than his own and just for that i am very grateful to all of you and please dont think im formal i am simply thankful to each and every one of you to have had the opportunity to see him last and to have helped in your own way...
CHelvi