Selfless, simple, non-judgemental, sacrificing, uncomplaining, at most times invisible and absolutely unconditional expecting nothing in return. Holding the golden umbrella, shielding the person, when required or showing them the guiding light or simply just doing nothing but being there without any encumbrances or weight of his presence. All of this coming naturally, with no realisation of the greatness and carrying it as unassumingly as his crumpled white pyjama.
My heart breaks each time I think of Mun and Maa the two souls whose life will have a gaping hole now. To Mun he was not just a father but a life blood, a God who never put a foot wrong and who only gave her happy memories. To Maa he was like the very air that she used to get her life from. I cannot empathise with eithers' grief fully and but I am trying to understand the struggle to reconcile with the sudden unexpected loss of a man who was a part of their being and who was virtually immortal till a month back.