“And my father left me a legacy of his handwriting through letters and a notebook. In the last two years of his life, when he was sick, he filled a notebook with his thoughts about me… There are times when I want to trade all those years that I was too busy to sit with my dad and chat with him, and trade all those years for one hug. But too late. But that's when I take out his letters and I read them, and the paper that touched his hand is in mine, and I feel connected to him.” WantFeelsYearsTwoHandsLastsFatherLeftMinesDadPaperLateLettersSickTradeFilledMy DadBusyConnectedLegacyToo LateTouchedTwo YearsHugNotebookToo BusyHandwriting Author:Lakshmi Pratury
