We never overcome the loss of a parent. I lost my mum when I was in the 2nd year of my college. It was sudden and very quick. She had been a patient of hypertension for quite sometime and it was brain haemorrage and heart attack that took her away. She fought for 5 days in the hospital and finally lost her battle on 1st August, 2005. And every year on that day, I sit down and think about what all she has missed in her life. She never saw me graduate although she had been always concerned about my studies. She never saw me join my first job. She never saw me getting married. She never met my husband, who in nature is so similar to her. She never held her first grandchild. She never saw me getting published in books which always had been her dream. And the worst part is that I never got to tell her how much I loved her and how much she meant to me. That is the never I most regret. Just before passing away she had slipped into a coma and she neither recognised me nor my father nor any of the relatives who visited us. But I hold on to this memory that just before slipping into the coma, I was sitting besides her, she had smiled at me and said "Gargi, please help me lay down properly". Those were the last words she ever said to me and then I had become an unknown to her. She didn't know the daughter whom she had given birth and held in her arms. Now I dread the day when my dad.... Please tell your parents how much you love them till you can. Say it every day and every minute. Take lessons from my 'nevers' and cherish every living moment you have with them. Even if you live afar, take their calls or give them a call just to tell you love them because you never know what will be their last words.