Cancer Survivor, writing about Health and Fitness as you age

This year, my children lost both of their grandfathers. It has been a very sad year for us so far, so on Father's Day this year I wanted to share a little about our fathers. They both went too suddenly. We can hardly believe they are gone. Ich liebe dich Papa. I love you Daddy. Below : a few words, each with a story, to remind us. Below : a few pictures, each with a story,  to remind us. Turning Torso, Sweden The last mango And finally, I learnt this ditty in primary school and would sing for my father. It makes me cry. Oh my Papa* Oh, my Papa, to me he was so wonderful, Oh, my Papa, to me he was so good. No one could be so gentle and so lovable, Oh, my Papa, he always understood. Gone are the days when he could take me on his knee And with a smile he'd change my tears to laughter. Oh, my Papa, so funny, so adorable, Always the clown so funny in his way. Oh, my Papa, to me he was so wonderfu...

Short Post. Sad to say, life with the aging P is no more. He fought very hard to stay with us. Aging parent. October 2015, Austin, Texas. The last mango I shared with him. May 2016, San Fernando, Trinidad. He was a wonderful father and an example to me. He lives on in his grandchildren. So much more to say, but this will do for now. Follow me on Twitter @AustinTrini and Instagram @AustinTrini . **This site uses cookies **

Sometimes the thought crosses my mind that you've been made just for me. Before this, you were dwelling somewhere in the stars; you were summoned to earth just for me... Sometimes the thought crosses my mind that this body and these eyes are kept in trust for me that the dark shadows of your hair are for my sake alone, that these lips and these arms are charged to my care... These are the first two verses (translated) of one of my mom's favourite songs- Khabi Khabie, from the movie of the same name. The song was written by poet Sahir Ludhianvi with music composed by Mohammed Zahar Khaiyamm and sung by Lata Mangeshkar and Mukesh. It is such a beautiful, soul-baring and hair-raising love song. Here is a picture of my mom surrounded by the flowers she loved, for her 60th birthday. She died 5 years later. Ironically, she never knew what the lyrics meant. Today marks 7 years since she died, but some of the things I have to be grateful for are: - We had a loving relationsh...