A Father’s Day Memoir

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On the same day that the Philippines remembers the 150th birthday of her national hero, Dr. Jose P. Rizal, the world celebrates Father’s Day.

Father’s Day is celebrated every 3rd Sunday of June.

The last time that I was able to greet my father; Happy Father’s Day, was in 2006. He passed away in January of 2007 because of multiple organ malfunctions due to stage 4 lymphoma.

My father wasn’t a perfect father, but I know that he loved us. Maybe he was just human and had been too weak to fight and resist all the temptation around him.

He was a sweet father. He wasn’t a strict father. We can crack joke at him and laugh with him. He loved to sing and to read books. Maybe we got those traits from him. My sisters and I love to sing and to read books as well.

He was good cook, too. I loved his “ginataang tulingan” so much. But, he loved my mother’s version of pancit bihon. Well, we all love it. :)

During his last few days on earth, I remembered him being very hard headed. I remember fighting with him about two days before he died. The last time that I was able to talk to him was when he asked me to give him some dollars. The last words that I told him before he left us was, I love him and if he needs to go, then he should go. That he shouldn’t worry about my mother and my sisters for I would take care of them.

It has been four years since my father died. We seldom visit his remains in the cemetery but we do not forget to pray for his soul.

He may not be the perfect and the greatest father, but he loved us. He also loved my daughter.

Papa, I believe that you’re with God now. I believe that you can hear my heart from where you are. I just want to say, that you will always be loved and missed.

Happy Father’s Day!

Ciao! :)

One Response to “A Father’s Day Memoir”

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