Remembering Papa

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Papa should have turned 60 today and should have received his Senior Citizens identification card. Well, it’s just that he passed away five years ago. He died before he turned 55 years old. My father like any fathers was not a perfect. My sister Patty even learned from him that “promises are made to be broken”. :P He may not be a perfect husband to our mother and a perfect father to us his children, but I remember him being a loving and sweet father to us and grandfather to Nonet. Nonet being the first grandchild has a very special place in his heart.

My sisters, our mother and I have been talking about papa. In some ways, we feel good about the thought that papa is in a better place now. That we will not feel so worried when he is not home or when he is “wandering” around. :P On the other hand, we felt bad because, he is no longer around when my two younger sisters’ graduated from college. He is not here to see Pauline graduate from college as Magna Cum Laude. He is not here to sing in our videoke with our LCD TV. He was not able to play through our computer. He dreamt of having a computer. He is not here to see Nonet received her second honor medal.  

He may not be physically around now, but we believe that somewhere up there, he can see us and we know that he is happy with what we have achieved. I know that even up to this day, he is still protecting us, especially his beloved grand-daughter. :)

Up to this day, I can still remember the sacrifices and the pain he and our family went through. I remember the day when I told him that he has a stage 4 cancer. I remember the day when we fought, which was 2 days before he died.

Honey always told me that papa has been very proud of me and that he loved me so much, he loved us so much.

We will always miss papa. I believe that you are in God’s care now and you are happy looking on us from up there. Happy and proud.

We love you papa. Happy 60th birthday!

Ciao! :)

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! :)

Remembering Papa’s Birthday

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Tomorrow is the 20th day of May. There are different occasions which I remember on this day. First, my friend and my kumpare’s birthday, Don Glenn; Ney and I first anniversary as sweethearts; and of course, my father’s birthday.

If my father is still alive today, he would have been 59 years old. He died when he was 54. It has been five years since he died of cancer. Many would tell us that it is not important to remember his birthday anymore since he is dead already. What is important is to remember his death anniversary. But, to our family, we remember both.

I wasn’t able to provide papa the things that I have provided my family today. Or, I guess, he already appreciated the things I have done for him when he got sick. Due to complications, I needed to attend to all the things my mother should have done. But, since, no one’s going to take care of my little baby then, we decided that my sister, Patty and I will be the ones to attend whatever the hospital needed us to do for him.

My father liked pancit than spaghetti. On his birthday, he would often ask my mother to cook pancit for him. I don’t remember buying him a cake on his birthday. But I guess I bought an ice cream for him once. :)

This year (just like the past five years), we will offer a mass for his soul. If it does not rain tomorrow, then we might visit his remains in the cemetery.

If he would have survived today, I supposed, I would be getting one of those Bar Gifts for Men ! :)

He must have gone physically, but his love for us and his memories still linger. He may not be the perfect father in the world, but he would still be the best for us.

We love you papa and we miss you. Happy Birthday!

Ciao! :)

Happy Birthday Papa..

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I almost forget that today was my father birthday. He passed away 2 years ago because of cancer. One of my neighbors told us that a when a person dies, only his death anniversary should be celebrated. Well, it’s not wrong either to remember Papa’s birthday. Though, I am on a tight budget (because of my resignation plan in July), I still bought a cake and a grilled chicken from Baliwag.

I know, that even though Papa is no longer physically with us, he’s up there with God watching and loving us always.

Happy birthday Papa, I truly miss you..

Remembering a father

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Last Sunday, 25th of January, my family remembered the 2nd death anniversary of my father. He died at the age of 54 because of a cancer. He had a stage 4 Lymphoma. I don’t remember anymore what type of Lymphoma he had. Although, I took charge of keeping all of his medical records for the benefits that my mother received when he died.

It has been 2 years. Though, it seemed normal for us not to see him everyday, but we really do miss him. My father wasn’t a perfect father and husband. But within the 26 years of my existence, he had been a loving father.

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I know he was able to cross the rainbow bridge. I know that he’s in a better place now. A peaceful and happier place with God.

Though he may not be physically around, his love for us will go on. And, he will always be loved and remembered.

When God Created Fathers

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The world celebrated Father’s Day last June 15, 2008. Found this article which is quite interesting. My father has passed away last year, wherever you are papa, Happy Father’s Day.. You may not be a perfect father but if I will be given a chance to choose a father in my next life, it would still be you.. I love you, Papa..

 

BY: ERMA BOMBECK

When the good Lord was creating Fathers, he started with a tall frame.  

A female angel nearby said, “What kind of a Father is that? If you’re going to make children so close to the ground, why have you put the Father up so high? He won’t be able to shoot marbles without kneeling, tuck a child in bed without bending, or even kiss a child without stooping”

 

God smiled and said, “Yes, but if I make him child size, who would children have to look up to?”  

And when God made a Father’s hands, they were large. The angel shook her head and said, “Large hands can’t manage diaper pins, small buttons, rubber bands on pony tails, or even remove splinters caused from baseball bats.”

 

Again God smiled and said, “I know, but they’re large enough to hold everything a small boy empties from his pockets, yet small enough to cup a child’s face in them.”  

Then God molded long slim legs and broad shoulders, “Do you realize you just made a Father without a lap?” The angel chuckled.

 

God said, “A Mother needs a lap. A Father needs strong shoulders to pull a sled, to balance a boy on a bicycle, or to hold a sleepy head on the way home from the circus.”  

When God was in the middle of creating the biggest feet any one had ever seen, the angel could not contain herself any longer. “That’s not fair. Do you honestly think those feet are going to get out of bed early in the morning when the baby cries, or walk through a birthday party without crushing one or two of the guests?”

 

God again smiled and said, “They will work. You will see. They will support a small child who wants to ride to Branbury Cross or scare mice away from a summer cabin, or display shoes that will be a challenge to fill.” God worked throughout the night, giving the Father few words, but a firm authoritative voice; eyes that see everything, but remain calm and tolerant.

Finally, almost as an after thought, He added tears. Then he turned to the angel and said, “Now are you satisfied he

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