My dad was a very special man, he was such a caring and loving person. If he had to say something he would say it on your face and not behind you. He was a very honest and truthful guy who had a heart of gold. If he disliked someone he just hated them. If someone treated my dad with respect he was the type of person who would have laid his life for them.
My dad gave us everything in life he worked so hard to get us where we are today and how can i just move on and forget him it is very easy for some to do this but not for me. I have seen the hardship my dad went through, I was the eldest my both parents sacrificed everything for us they always put us kids first.
My dad was my best friend and my hero he was always there for me. Any problems he would stand up for me and now there is no one to protect me or to stand up for me yes my mum is there but dad had a different touch my poor mum is in pieces herself so how can she fight for me. Life is such a struggle one year without a father how the hell am i going to live the rest of my life.
Everytime my dad liked something in a shop he would ring me up and say Pinder i have seen a nice suit, a shirt, a coat, or a jumper and i want you to meet me so i can show it to you and if you like it I will buy it. He just loved dressing up everything had to match. I used to get annoyed thinking oh no dad is going to take up my whole day in choosing a suit or shirt but now i wish he would come back and say that and i would not get annoyed i promise you dad i won't get annoyed just come back please dad.
If I became ill even a cold he and mum would come and see me and bring a bottle of lucozade and bring medication and would tell my mum make her some rice or something. My dad never accepted gifts of his daughters if we brought him something and he liked it he always paid us for it always said i hate taking off my daughters even if he came to our house and ate he would leave money that was my dad.
Dad always brought all my outfits from India and never took a penny of me and sometimes he if he liked something he would hide it away from my other sisters and say look i really liked these bracelets and i have brought them for you don't tell your other sisters and i would laugh and keep that secret.
If ever dad was upset he would ring me early in the morning and tell me, mum didn't like dad telling me anything as iam a worrier so dad would go out and ring me from there and say don't tell your mum I called you and he would talk to me. He was very hot tempered if he was angry you could never talk to him my mum would always say you talk to dad he listens to you so i used to talk to him first we would get into an argument and then he would say alright alright.
The thing that used to make me laugh was when my dad used to ring and he had to tell them his name he would say T for Tiger (Tarsem Singh Bhogal) i used to really laugh at that. It had to be pin silent when my dad was on the phone or else he would heat up.
I remember once he wanted me to get a quote for travel insurance and he told me to look online so what i did was i told him to type his details in and he was so angry and I said look dad learn how to use a computer it would be handy for you. I just stood there laughing and he was going mad ahh bless him sorry dad!!!
Every christmas i would go down and tell my dad right dad it is time to sort out your cupboards and he hated that because he knew i would throw away his old clothes so he would hide them so that i can't find them. All celebrations now don't seem the same i won't be celebrating anything. I just hate it when people tell me you have to move forward it is not that easy for me.
Why did god take my dad????????? It will be a year tomorrow and there were times when he used to go away for 6 weeks i used to go mad with him and now i haven't seen him for a year and it has been hell. When he used to goto India he would ring from there and ask do you want this suit or saree and say iam really enjoying myself i just love it here.
Iam very anti social i just hate going anywhere or talking to people i just want to be left alone and i know iam depressed.
My dads clothes are still in his cupboard and everytime i go i go upstairs and smell his clothes and hug them it feels as if he is around. I always used to tie rakhi on my dad and he used to be so happy and this time he never took my rakhi off until his last days and i still have that. Dad used to get so happy when we used to go and see him, i remember when my dad had the op and he was brought into the ward on Friday the first thing he said to me was Pinder i hope you are going to come and see me when i go home and i said of course i will dad but he never came home.
There is so much more special things about my dad he was the best dad ever my best friend i truly miss him.
