Father & Son

He is the one that had been the happiest person when you were born.

Daddy, Papa, Tatay....there are so many different way to call our fathers but there is always a question between a father and a son.
When is the last time that you`ve say you love Him? When will you say it again? When will show to Him that you Love Him? When it is too late and He can`t hear it anymore?

I was once a black sheep maybe one of the worsts son that you`ll ever meet,I didn`t listen to whatever my dad says to me...moments, days, weeks, months And years pass. I did not spend a day with my dad even a little hour, not until my mom get`s home from work abroad.
And my mother only comes home every 2 years...........and then i`ve graduated from High School my dad did not attend my commencement rights only my tita and my cousin come with me with my tito (he was my dad`s brother) I was so mad that day cause everyone of my batch mate have their parents beside them. As I look the photographs of that day I always think that I`m not important to Him (aside from my Mom I understand that she`s so far) so I only talk with my dad when I need money.
And then my Mom came back from abroad the year 2005 it was December early morning at 4:00am. I heared my mom calling me. Then i saw my dad dirt on their bed suffering from cardiac arrest as I assist him through the bathroom suddenly he feels well then he goes back to the bed, he sits and then my mom and tita gave him a glass of water he drink a few then he starts trembling again as my mom decide to take him to the hospital.
We arrive at the hospital my Tito Jojong and My Tita Luz came too after we came 10 minutes past, I was waiting outside the E.R. smoking a cigar as I enter the room to check what`s happening as I touch my dads feet it was as cold as ice.

That is the last time that i said to myself that "I love you dad please wake up" as I look at my mom and saw her crying and my Tito tap my shoulder I knew that my dad past away while I`m outside not knowing that he is already dead.
Now I`m so sorry for myself cause i cannot say i love him face to face anymore.


"I write this blog in memory of my father this Father`s day."
"I miss you dad!"

"Back when I was a child, before life removed all the innocence
My father would lift me high and dance with my mother and me and then
Spin me around ‘til I fell asleep
Then up the stairs he would carry me
And I knew for sure I was loved
If I could get another chance, another walk, another dance with him
I’d play a song that would never, ever end
How I’d love, love, love
To dance with my father again
When I and my mother would disagree
To get my way, I would run from her to him
He’d make me laugh just to comfort me
Then finally make me do just what my mama said
Later that night when I was asleep
He left a dollar under my sheet
Never dreamed that he would be gone from me
If I could steal one final glance, one final step, one final dance with him
I’d play a song that would never, ever end
‘Cause I’d love, love, love
To dance with my father again
Sometimes I’d listen outside her door
And I’d hear how my mother cried for him
I pray for her even more than me
I pray for her even more than me
I know I’m praying for much too much
But could you send back the only man she loved
I know you don’t do it usually
But dear Lord she’s dying
To dance with my father again
Every night I fall asleep and this is all I ever dream."


"I LOVE YOU DADDY!"