He loved without conditions. Without expectations. In ways I understood only much later. I don’t know if I gave him even a fraction of what he gave me. I only hope he knew how deeply he was loved.
Everything I am, I owe to his quiet insistence on learning. No matter how hard life became, no matter what stood in the way, he made sure I never stopped learning.
The last thing I told him, the day before he left, was that my PhD had been awarded.
He heard it. And somehow, it felt like that was all he was waiting for.
