“ Death does bring an end to a physical relationship. Then in all probability the memories take it to a higher level to sustain the relationship. Of course the memories have to be meaningful and warm. Regrettably I had so few "

I was estranged from my father and only after I looked after him through his illness then I discern (discover) the Abba he was even though it was too late.

On April 2008 my father was rushed to the hospital. We have never shared any communication beside the genetic ties and social circumvent (circumstances). As I waited in the last waiting lounge of the hospital. I repeatedly thought about the opportunity I did have to improve my relationship with him, after the death of my mother and sister. But then I had ignored it.

I was chosen to live with my father and take care of him after he is brought back home from hospital. I can always bring to mind the image of my father as someone lighting up a cigarette staring at anywhere but me. In due course I could not help but also his dear and near relate with him reciprocally and without hesitation including his devoted employees as well as the house pets.

These days when I trim his nails, try to teach him computer and observe him struggling to cope up with his memory loss and seclusion I also wondered about the sacrifices he certainly made to accommodate his family if not mine . I realize he was dying I find the inequalities I claim appear null. I can only wish that these images of him beside the subsequent sequence of events will sustain the relationship onto a higher level.