My father, Rustomji Andhyarujina (pictured), who passed away over 20 years ago, would have been 115 years old on September 24, 2020. Those who will think of him on that day are his three surviving children, and perhaps some of his several grandchildren and great-grandchildren.
I don’t need an "occasion” to remember him. As the old song says, "all kinds of everything” remind me of him. Whenever I see a picture of a mother or father reading a story to a child, I am reminded of our childhood when we sat around in a circle listening wide-eyed to the stories narrated by him — a new......