I think about lineage this time every year

A sharp dressed family

A sharp dressed family

It’s been 15 years to the day since my father died. His father (far left above) outlived him by a few years; Dadiji, his mother (second from the left), by nearly a decade.

Mom (holding me), Anna (held by Dad) and I continue our lives, but everything changed. His death was a timeline break for us all.

Miss you, Dad. And your dapper suits.

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A day to remember family

Jadhav family over the years

Nine years ago today, Dad died in a car accident. I’ve obviously had a long time to grapple with that; life continues, some memories don’t fade, teachings and spirit live on, legacies remain.

But so does a bit of sadness. For catharsis, I turn to this photo of photos that tracks so much of the Indian side of my family. The collage was created for my grandparents in India; I digitized it when I stayed with them during my semester of backpacking around India in 2004.

Dadaji passed away in 2005; dadiji died in August. Since the photo was made an uncle also died (another passed away more than two decades ago).

The large-file, high-res version is linked above. Both grandparents, uncles, aunties, cousins, Dad, Mom, Anna and I all feature in different snaps and clicks, to use the Indian parlance.

This indeed is where one half of me originated.

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