I had two rules in my life.
1. Never do anything which you will regret.
2. If you do anything do not regret. Try to come with solution or just forget if you can’t make that right.
But this is life it does not go as rules, and humans cannot completely control their emotions they just feel them. So, I regretted. Regretted over and over. Everytime regretted the past behaviour. I thought we lost someone when they left this world. When they die. But no there are many ways you lost someone. And I feel that when I see my father.
My father, courageous, hard worker, problem solver and great story teller. He used to remember each and every detail. Foundation of our home. Used to bear all weight on him.
Suddenly a day he got stroke. Got paralyzed and I found the news about him. I did understand on that time what I had lost. But I lost my independent father that day. I regretted that I did not spent much time with holding his hand and walking with him.
He started to get irritated. Started to get angry. He was frustrated. He started to lose his confidence and hope. I regretted to not be able to give him ounce of confidence. I saw he was losing his courage.
He started again with us to fight back, learnt again to depend on us. Started to do physiotherapy. He again started to walk not completely normal. But with support. He again started to talk but he doesn’t have many story left. He started to laugh again. And I felt to get my father back not completely but yes got back. I regret to not cherish those moments with him, not sitting beside him and listening him. Not walking with him.
Then everything was becoming normal for us. Because this was the new normal. Then father had his second stroke. Hospitalized, not able to recognise anyone. Not able to remember anything completely. His speech became slurry. Now I got confused how to talk to him what to talk to him. I regret to not being around him when he can recognise me when I could have understood him. I lost my father who has extraordinary memory.
He was getting better started to get his memory functionality back. But got an injury accidentally. He talked to me about the whole accident. And I listened him, it was the longest talk he had with me in 5 years. He talked about the whole incident in detail. And I felt I have my father with me who used to tell me stories.I worried also but I felt happy to talk to him. I regretted to not able to listen his every other stories.
Then he got COVID hospitalized again. I came back saw him. He lost his body mass, muscles. and his consciousness. We need to instruct him to eat but he does not follow. We dissolved his medicine in water and fed him. Now cannot understand him. What he wants. Sometimes he asks for death. But death does not come. I think what is easy now. I don’t get confidence to pray for his recovery, and cannot think about losing him. Now his presence in my life is not that big. I come in holidays. Watch him hold his hands try to understand his slurry speech and guess what he is thinking.See the marks in his body which is developing due to less blood circulation. Marks on his body by his nails. Try to take care of him. Now he is my father. He is the same person difficult to imagine but he is. I regret to not understand before. But I think it’s not that late i still have time with my father. I will not try to not regret now and be with my dad as much as I can.