It’s been a year since Daadi left us. It's not my intention to share the many phases and facets of my grief with you as it would be both unfair and impossible in equal measures. Impossible because its literally unlike anything else that anyone could come across and therefore words would simply fail. Unfair because my grief as a son is exactly that - mine only. Like everyone else, you would have your own version of grief in parting with your parents so there is no real need for me to make you feel mine. Instead, I will try and share how I am coping with what is now a life that I have never seen before. I started my earnest efforts at regular meditation a few days after Daadi left us. Although it helped in some little ways, my big reward came with a glorious vision of my mom one day. It might have been a split second glimpse of a fleeting image but it was worth the wait and one that would last me the whole lifetime. There she was, literally o...