My Man...
He loves wearing white hanes shirt, shiny black boots, bootleg denim pants, nice wavy hair, nice lil eyes...
A tall, medium built, fair skinned man who flies airplanes.
Quiet, reserved, says excuse me,sorry, and thank you.
Very meticulous, he wants his cup of coffee with its matching saucer. He wants every meal to be fiesta .. one viand is not enough.
My first kiss.
My first hug.
He's the first man I adore and loves so much.
I'm excited to hear his car engines because I know that he's already home.
He calls me "tata", his tata and I call him daddy.
People say im his junior, I got his eyes, nose, even his thumb. I am stubborn, quiet, doenst like to repeat the words already said, tinkers with almost everything.
Some says that if you look like your father and you're a girl most prolly that means you're not pretty. But i beg to disagree :D.
Ding, as he's fondly called is a quiet man. I have a very few and collective memories of him, see dad and mom separated when I was 5 or 6 but that's a different story.
I never saw him after that, though I sometimes hear "adult talks' ( mom, her friends, or relatives talking) about him. Growing up I was never tease of not having a father, I don't feel jealous of kids who has fathers living with them.
Maybe because im not used to it or all along I knew that I already lost him so I never bother to find him or yearn for his company. Then one day after 10 years not seeing or hearing from him our path crossed . He was different, different than the pictures I have, different from the man on my birthday party betamax videos (1980's baby).
The very first question he asked me was " What do you want tata?" I was in 1st year college back then and i badly needed a new pair of glasses because my old one was broken and i was really planning to buy contact lenses.
Well, although im shy and all.. i said I want contact lenses. He bought me one, my first ever contact lenses.
I did'nt get to spend a lot of time with him after that. I only visit his house once in a while, I was busy with school and eventually work.
Then one day my brother broke the news that he was in a comma, doctor said that he needs to show improvement in 72 hours or else he's dead.
I dont know what to feel I just said yes to my brother told him that Im coming after work.
I went there saw my once strong,charming dad lying helplessly in bed very frail. Don't know how to react, I just stroke his wavy hair, whisper to his ears this words "Dad I love you, whatever it is i forgave you already, fight if you still want to, but if you want to rest so be it." His vital signs was starting to stabilize that time.
Sunday May 8, 2005 I went again with my mom and had the chance to kiss my dad on his forehead. Mom went kiss him and said in kapampanggan "I forgive you".
We left went to a department store because I needed to buy a new pair of shoes, while I was strolling looking for a nice pair a message came in to my phone saying that dad already succumb to death.
To be honest not a single tear feel from my eyes. I was actually asking myself why I'm not feeling anything. No pain, no regrets, no sorrows.
Are you angry with your dad was the usual question and I will promptly reply looking straight to the eyes of the person and say "NO". -- So I'm not angry with my dad so that's not the reason why I did'nt cry.
Maybe because we never get the chance to know each other better. Although his blood runs through my veins, my memories of him and the feelings I shared with him was too shallow.
I did'nt attend his funeral. Up to this moment I still haven't seen his burial place.
But I always pray for him.
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To Dad.... I love you, I pray for you, someday my tear ducts will not be stubborn and tears will be shed for you.
I just want you to know that whatever it is that you have not been able to do for us, Heavenly Father already provided.
And I am not angry with you. I guess fate was good enough not to let us grow up with you because you will go so soon and we may not be able to cope up with it if we have grown so attach with you..
Dad wherever you are I hope you are happy and God bless you...
your Tata,
Sugar.
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