Hello, Pa…
I’ve been missing you extra these past couple of weeks…
I remember when I was completing my dissertation (haha), I kept calling on you to help me get through what I thought was such a difficult patch of life.
When Kristine flooded us and I thought it was going to be the end of me, I was asking you to make the rain stop.
You see, when times get tough, people often call on God.
But I reach for you… All the time.
I always believe I’d get guaranteed help kasi anak mo ako… literally by blood. :-))
Lately, life has been different.
A different kind of tough, but one that I actually like and enjoy fighting.
Life is good… very, very good.
And still I call on you… not to ask for help, but to wonder how all of this could be different if you were around.
Minsan feeling ko, you would’ve been that extra, gentle, unfair advantage we needed, if only you were here.
You know, that first little push to help the little girl move on the swing.
Nahihilig si Neithan sa bilyar.
Every night, when he goes out to play, I always tell him,
“Sayang… pirmi kuta kamong magkaibanan ni Papa.”
Hehe.
