My Father, V Gnanadhas, will have been 87 today. He was always a joy to be with, but guys being guys our love is hardly displayed. I guess he knew that as well.
As the ONLY child to my paternal grandparents, he grew up without siblings and was perhaps guilty of it himself. He was not one to show his disappointments – so not a word will come out of him against anyone. Not even against those who tore the organisation he held dear apart.
My dad was a great writer, something the YMCA took advantage of. He remained simple and humble till his very end, never influenced by all the evil he was seeing there. He commanded great respect from all who knew him or had heard about him.
The day we lost him, the Bishop called us to offer his condolences and say a prayer. YMCA leaders visited our home, recalling his contributions and explaining how much he meant to the organisation. Powerful tributes which unfortunately we failed to record. They spoke from the heart.
We miss you, Dad! Dearly!
G Joslin Vethakumar