Appa was always in a hurry. He lived his life in 2x mode. I felt he was like the rabbit in Alice in Wonderland, scurrying here and there forever. He never stayed anywhere for long. Always on the move, and we moved with him. He was the first one to arrive at any wedding, even before the bride's family, waking up the wedding hall staff. He was the first one to leave. He left this world too in a hurry. Never imagined, I guess just like any other child, that my parent too will leave us so soon. Guess a parent's death is always too soon for a child, it doesn't matter what their age is. For us, they are supposed to be there forever. Yesterday was his first death anniversary and I still feel he will come back someday, call me out of the blue. This grief is eternal.
Fleeting thoughts in snippets.