Its fathers day today and I want to be honest in realising that in the 31 odd years of my life and 70+ years of my dad I have never really told him that I love him.I mean of course in gestures and meaningful hugs but never the so called three magical words.
Not that during all my formative years I was not exposed to the phenomenon of superdad and father's day and not even because i thought the traditional him would not really understand ,but I guess only because what he means to me and what he has contributed to me as an individual was too immense to be summed up in a cliche phrase.
Now that I am aparent myself I realise it even more that what moms and dads give us is simply beyond any measure.As I grew up I did start seeing my parents in a new light ,as also individuals with their pecularities and flaws ,but nevertheless dad "papa",as I call him will always be my hero.
As I am writing this he calls and as usual we talk about routine things ,I once again try to push the I LoVE YOU out but am choked with emotion and I know he knows....
Papa I Love You......
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