Monday, November 30, 2020
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I remember the first time nana and nanu came to Canada. Right from the start, I knew I would love them both. Nana bhaia was like my friend. We wouldn’t have actual conversations most of the time because of how silly he was. It was like we had our own language. That’s one of the things I love so much about the time we had together.
One of my fondest memories is how he always wore a hat at home. He would just be sitting there, in the corner of the guest bedroom, with his little black hat on. I thought that he would always be sitting there. I still go to that bedroom and imagine that him doing just that. I wish I could have visited him I the hospital. I wish I could have spent more time with him before he got sick. But wishes aren’t always fulfilled in life. All we can do is pray for Nana.
