The sting of death isn’t only in its occurrence, or the lasting void it will leave in your life after it has claimed your loved one, but also in the lingeringly painful memory of the moment in which it is announced to you….
The sting of death isn’t only in its occurrence, or the lasting void it will leave in your life after it has claimed your loved one, but also in the lingeringly painful memory of the moment in which it is announced to you.
For Sunil Gupta, a devoted and involved father, close enough to his son to share his agonies and joys with him, that tragic blow would have been served via that one phone call on that fateful day of April 16. The news of his son Sarvshreshth’s body found on the streets of San Francisco, in Mr Gupta’s own words, was the “tsunami that would uproot their lives, never to be rooted again”.
How can one even begin to describe the anguish of a father who has lost a young son? How can one speak of the unfathomable pain of a man who has taught his son to take his first steps, held his hand on the way to school, cheered for him on his graduation day and beenhis confidante through all times only to lose him to death at such a young age?
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