My father was a soldier and a great warrior who goes to war courageously. I would hear stories of him fighting the war and serving the country until he was shot which left him wounded and was forced to retire early from the armed forces.
After his retirement, his health deteriorated – he suffered from high blood pressure and several instances of stroke before he was paralysed and bedridden throughout his life.
As a young girl at that time, those were vivid memories of my father. Finally, at the age of 68, a stroke took his last breath away. Tears welled up in my eyes every time I thought of this.