May 1, 2016
We went to Los Banos, Laguna to pay a visit to my Papa. It was his 11th Death Anniversary.
It’s nice to go out for a while, after the super busy weeks we had.
We ordered Jollibee and had our dinner at Papa’s place.
It’s 11 years already but I miss him everyday. There are days that I am longing to have talk to him. I missed those days when we had our talks about politics, business and everything. I miss his words of wisdom. Whatever or whoever I am today, it is because of him. At a very young age, he disciplined me already. He always told me that I am different from everyone else, before I thought it was bad, but later on I realized that I am really different. When I was a child, I talked differently, I have different views compare to everyone with my same age. When I was young, I hate my father so much, because he disciplined in a different way. I was so tired on how he handled me as his daughter, but now I understand everything but I hope he handled it in a subtle way. Whatever I’ve been through when I was a child, I don’t want my kids or siblings experienced it. I don’t want them to experienced it.
My father was a hardworking one, though he didn’t finished school but he always see to it to provide what we needed most. He also knew how to take care of us, he was the one who cooked and cleaned us. He was also good in academics, so when we had assignments, he was the one who helped us. But he was a serious one, he seldom laugh. We don’t see him having fun with friends. He preferred to stay at home and just drink beer. When we found out about his cancer, it was already too late. I guess he hide it from us because during that time we were financially drained.
When he passed away, I felt so lost. When I found out about his illness, I really don’t know how to break the news to my siblings. I was the one who handled everything, from talking to his doctors and deciding almost everything. He’s last messaged to me was to take care of my siblings that time was so hard for me because I don’t have any work and my husband is the one who provided us and the salary of my husband was not really enough. It was so hard! I really don’t know how carry all the responsibilities. But, before my father last breath, he told me that he will help me in everything. I hold on to that promised.
Just years after his passing, some good things happened. I got a new career and started building businesses. I believed that whatever happened to our lives right now, he’s helping us. He is truly my Angel.
My father was still so involved with our lives even after his death. I have so many stories to tell about it and I will post about it next time. Maybe, I am just lucky because I have this ability to communicate with him through my third eye. I will share some of it in my future posts.
To Papa, we miss you so much but I know that you are in a better place already. I am thankful for all your guidance to us. We love you so much!