My Dad
My Dad, a strong role figure in my life
tells me what is wrong and right.
A guiding light, a helping hand,
A father, and a friend.
Someone who is always on the lookout
and helps me when my road gets rough.
A friendly ear to listen, helps me sort things out when life is tough, when the road is twisting,
and I feel I can’t go on.
You are always there to help continue,
telling me to be strong,
even though things are changing
and I’m growing older by the day.
The thoughtful things you do for me
I’m thankful for each day,
so as I bring this little poem to an end
I thank you Dad, for being
a great father and a friend.
Whenever I get stressed over things
and dont’ know what to do
You are the one who helps and always pulls me through.
I love you more each and every day;
and Dad, you’re very dear to me
in a very special way.
(Written by Jessica Gale Sandhu at age 15
April 22, 1984-August 2, 2002)
Parshotam was a giving and gentle man. He was always there for anyone in need, respected by those he worked with and knew him. Parshotam was especially a loving father to Jessica and a wonderful friend to us. He will be greatly missed. Suzie and Ray