I think of his affection, his smiles, his sense of humor, and his untiring ability to make those around him happy. With a childish delight, he faced each new day, sang tunelessly with the radio, whistled through his chores, and told me how much he loved life. He was not a rich man, but sharing an occasional piece of pastry with him from the corner bakery made me feel like a princess. He always gave me the bigger chunk, thinking that I didn’t notice.
He did not have answers to all of my questions, but that honest ‘let us find out’ taught me that not every question in this life came with an answer.
A great teacher.
A loving companion.
A shoulder to cry on.
My best friend in my childhood, and my best friend forever.
Miss you, Appa.”