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నాన్న కు చివరి వీడ్కోలు లేఖ

In the wake of my father's death, I found myself navigating a grief, but within that sorrow, I discovered profound truths about the essence of life itself.

As I grappled with the enormity of my loss, I came to realize that death is not just an end, but a poignant reminder of the impermanence of our earthly existence. It unveiled the fragility of life, urging me to embrace each moment with a newfound appreciation for its fleeting beauty.

In the silence of my grief, I unearthed the importance of cherishing the relationships that enrich our lives. My father's absence served as a stark reminder to express love and gratitude freely, for tomorrow is never promised, and regrets weigh heavier than words left unspoken.

Moreover, his passing unveiled the resilience of the human spirit, teaching me that even in the darkest of times, there is strength to be found within. Through the depths of my sorrow, I discovered an inner resolve to honor his memory by living a life of purpose, resilience, and compassion.

In the emptiness left by his departure, I found solace in the memories we shared, realizing that although he may no longer be by my side, his legacy lives on through the lessons he imparted and the love he bestowed.

So, as I continue to navigate the journey of life without my father by my side, I carry with me the lessons carved in grief – a testament to the transformative power of loss and the enduring legacy of love.

And Nanna! elders said that today is the last day that your subtle body will have a memory and it leaves to Vaikunta in another couple of hours. So I wanted to tell you this Nanna.. 


Dear Nanna

As I sit down to write these words, my heart is heavy with grief, yet filled with an immense sense of gratitude for the love and guidance you have bestowed upon me throughout my life. You were not just my father; you were my first hero. 

Saying goodbye to you is one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. Your absence leaves a void in my life that can never be filled. The memories we shared, the lessons you taught me, and the love you showered upon me in your way will forever remain etched in my heart.

But even as I bid you farewell, I take solace in knowing that your soul has found its way to Vaikunta, where you will be surrounded by eternal peace and happiness. I believe that you will continue to watch over us, guiding us from the realms above as our Pitrudevatha, blessing us with your unwavering love and support.

I hope that wherever you are, you are proud of the daughters you raised – strong, resilient, and filled with the same love and compassion that you showed us every day. We will continue the saga that you began, honoring your legacy and living our lives in a way that would make you proud.

Though you may no longer be with us in body, your spirit lives on in the memories we cherish, the values we uphold, and the love that binds us together as a family. Your influence will forever shape the person I am and the person I strive to be.



Yours

Shweta Chittan. 

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