An eulogy to my deceased father

Born in 1934 my father Mr. R. Krishnamurthy was a very different human being. He never cared about money but always cared about principles. He had opened his first SB AC only in his early 40s because he saw money as a tool only not as the goal of life.
His memory and mathematical skills has left many astonished. He was a diligent worker whose work ethics earned him both admiration and the wrath of people who saw him as a threat to their corrupt lives. He never exhibited respect for the sake of the post or the hierarchy and because of this even lost a chance to become Officer. He was so honest that though during his entry in Railways there was a difference in DOB of 2 years (he was declared younger), he did not want to serve on a false premise and tendered his voluntary Retirement.
He undertook Accounts classes as a passion. He did not see that as a money generation tool but as a service to society. Hundreds if not thousands of students have passed through his guidance and many of them have stayed on to be his lifetime admirers because of his simplicity and practicality.
Though retired from service in 1994, he used to update himself of the rules (even as latest as 7th CPC) and used to be the reference point for many of his colleagues. Some of them are still in touch with him despite some 24 years passing after his retirement. I have seen him drafting many letters to authorities for various problems and the happiness of the troubled persons when their problem gets resolved because of an unexpected saviour.
He also never hesitated from helping during domestic crisis if requested. Many a dispute was resolved by his talking to both sides and amicably resolving the issue.
Around a year back on 06.10.2017 he got a brain stroke which paralysed him both physically and mentally. Then on it was a painful decline to watch from an authority on accounts to child like behaviour. Even then he never used to complain. My mother had literally taken charge and had dedicated all her 24 hours for his care. I used to support during weekends but it was miniscule compared to her service which was like a penance. Despite that we couldn't stop the inevitable. He breathed his last on 06.11.2018 at around 09.30 PM accompanied only by his soulmate of 42 years, my mother.
His death was a great loss to our entire family but it was a relief to his untold suffering.
His life is an example of how to live purposefully. How intransient physical possessions are.
I sincerely hope that I will be able to carry on his twin principles of honesty and simplicity throughout my life.
I hope to give back to society what I can atleast later in life.