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  • My (step) Dad and his sisters, Amy and Merhu (Meheroo) June 1926. Dad is on the right. It is probably taken to commemorate my Dad's 3rd birthday.

    Missing from the photo is Dad's older brother who had died of an accidental overdose of medicine. It was the job of the Ayah to give him his medicine. Granny assumed he hadn't been given it and gave him a second dose. He died. I don't even know his name.

    I can't ask Mehru. She won't talk me. Apparently, I am trying to steal the family's non-existent "fortune".

    When Dad died, and I had to call her in Mumbai to tell her, the only question she had was "Did you find Great Grandfather's will?" Granny's family had been the second wealthiest Parsi in Bombay (and THAT is saying something). By the time Dad married Mom, the family had litigated the money away over "Great Grandfather's will". And every time someone dies, someone invariably asks... "Did you find Great Grandfather's will?".

    The irony is that I, who didn't come to the family name by birth, carry it with more respect than some of the people born with it and am one of the few people actually interested in its history.

    I miss my Dad...
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