Sunday, June 21, 2009 :
Father's Day.
Every third saturday in the month of june,we people celebrate Father's Day.
this year i never get to celebrate this day.
and as much as i wanted to,i could not.
talking about fathers triggers my memories of a young me with him somewhere in back in time.
the bitter truth that i have to accept is that hes gone.
i want to so much put a brave front and fulfill those promises not to tear anymore seems difficuly.
two weeks ago,
he left and never said his final goodbye.
i think GOD gave me a final chance to meet him,
the night before my birthday,
he dropped by and that was the last time i would ever held his hands and kiss in respect.
and that was GOD's birthday gift to me.
i still remember when i was young,
dad would bring us out even though it might not be going somewhere far or some luxurious places.
the togetherness and the love for his kids is what matters the most.
we might not have travel around the world, eaten at the most expensive places, or go to the seven wonders of the world, having to bring me up thus far,i am thankful to you dad.
you have tried your best to turn this family around, and you just started when fate meets.
you have been someone whom i look up to at times, taught me life's lessons, and gave me hell when im supposed to.
my fond childhood memories with you, i will never leave them, and will always be treasured.
i remember the time when you piggy back me from home, to the market to buy food.
i still remember when you came home late one day, with a cut on your forehead.
that moment i cleaned up for you.
you may not be the best dad in the world, you are the best dad i could ever have.
thank you for everything you had done,
i love you dad.
happy fathers day.
this year i never get to celebrate this day.
and as much as i wanted to,i could not.
talking about fathers triggers my memories of a young me with him somewhere in back in time.
the bitter truth that i have to accept is that hes gone.
i want to so much put a brave front and fulfill those promises not to tear anymore seems difficuly.
two weeks ago,
he left and never said his final goodbye.
i think GOD gave me a final chance to meet him,
the night before my birthday,
he dropped by and that was the last time i would ever held his hands and kiss in respect.
and that was GOD's birthday gift to me.
i still remember when i was young,
dad would bring us out even though it might not be going somewhere far or some luxurious places.
the togetherness and the love for his kids is what matters the most.
we might not have travel around the world, eaten at the most expensive places, or go to the seven wonders of the world, having to bring me up thus far,i am thankful to you dad.
you have tried your best to turn this family around, and you just started when fate meets.
you have been someone whom i look up to at times, taught me life's lessons, and gave me hell when im supposed to.
my fond childhood memories with you, i will never leave them, and will always be treasured.
i remember the time when you piggy back me from home, to the market to buy food.
i still remember when you came home late one day, with a cut on your forehead.
that moment i cleaned up for you.
you may not be the best dad in the world, you are the best dad i could ever have.
thank you for everything you had done,
i love you dad.
happy fathers day.
heartfelt at 1:25 AM
Capture the moments;
when its gone.
