Goodbye to my Daddy Dearest…

Posted: November 11, 2013 in Uncategorized

Happy Birthday Dada!! You are missed… I hope you are enjoying a super banquet in heaven… :)

I have never called my father “Daddy” or “Dad”. It has always been “Dada” and would you believe it, sometimes “Father” to be emphatic.

I have always been Daddy’s little princess and I learnt from a young age what a blessing that could be. Unfortunately, I don’t remember much of my time as a baby but a popular dinner table family story was that of my trips to the babysitter. My dad would Dada&Mecarry me, my tiffin and little Raggie (my favourite doll) through the entire 15 minute walk to the place. And help him if he forgot Raggie! He would need to walk back to get her –that’s how much he indulged and spoiled his princess.

If that wasn’t enough, as I grew older, his affection and protectiveness just grew further. Like most girls, I’ve had a craze for shoes from a young age. The minute I stepped into a shoe shop, I wanted to walk out of there with a shopping bag in hand! In my great fear of leaving the shop without a pair of shoes, I would claim that every shoe fit despite my dad assuring me that we would buy the shoes (I was young and didn’t know better ;)). To make sure I was comfortable in the shoes I insisted on buying, my dad would bend down and feel the toe of every shoe I tried just to check if it was too tight or not.

Then, of course, came all the years of cycling. I remember how patient and encouraging my dad was all the while he taught me cycling. Our daily afternoon cycle rides will be something I will always cherish. The cycling took a new twist as I grew up and turned into bike riding – we barely got a chance to experiment with riding a bike on one of our many Goa trips before we both fell ‘cos of a large ditch in the road J

My dad looked like a military man, like a lot of my friends said, but those close to him knew he was not as strict as he looked. For not a day in my life was I frightened of my dad or scared to tell him what I thought or felt. I always knew that no matter what, I was Daddy’s little girl and he would do anything for me – even if it meant buying dozens and dozens of mangoes just to see me eat it happily for breakfast for the summer. I never realized it would be our last summer together and the last time he would buy them for me.

My great passion for food is another trait I have got from my dad. He believed greatly in the high life and good food. Escalopes, ham, goa sausages, and a number of sweets, chocolates, cakes are just few of the favourite foods we have in common. My love for fine dining will always be dear to my heart ‘cos my Dada introduced me to it.

My dad was a morning person and loved to start his day early. His saying was “Get up with the birds and sleep with the birds”. I am just the opposite. I could probably go to sleep when the birds are waking up (and very often do) leading to great clashes. But one thing which we never missed was our Friday or Sunday morning breakfast as a family after mass every week. Little did we know that last Sunday would be the end of this long-standing tradition…

Dada, I would just like to say bye and give you a hug one last time and tell you, I will always be your little princess. I love you and I’ll miss you.

 08.08.2013