counting the days…
Sunday, September 17th, 2006counting the days…
yup, i’ve been counting every second, every minute these past few days..
for what?
for the remaining days before i finally reach the day my dad left…(for the next life..)
today is sept 17..and, i only have more than 2 weeks left before my dad’s first death anniversary..oct 4..yup..the loneliest day of my life..
i miss my dad so much..the man who i love so dearly…
i sleep with his picture beside me and i do wake up in the middle
of the night becoz i dreamt of him..with tears falling from my eyes..i still read my dad’s letter for me a year or two years ago..? in that letter, he reminded me how sickly i was as a baby..that he used to carry me with his right arm..(iyak daw ako ng iyak..)
i can’t xplain how painful it is to be losing my dad when i was used to waking up seeing him in the sala playing cards or watching tv saying "gud morning balasang ko." (gud morning my daughter)
suddenly, i woke up with a boring sala..no one’s there..nowhere can i see my dad..his play cards? my mom and two brothers still play with it..my dad used to teach me how to play "solitaire." i enjoyed it at first..but, as the days passed, i forgot how it works becoz as what he said to me before.."awan praktis mu balasang ko."
he would always laugh at me everytime he wins over me..
things i love about daddy?
he makes me laugh..he cracks jokes everywhere or anytime as long as he remembers one..while were walking, while having our meal, or, in the sala while watching a vcd/dvd of his choice..he loves western movies…he enjoys watching the concert of kenny rogers, the beatles, and abba to name a few…he would hum a tune or sing with the artist..he enjoys karaoke/videoke..
that’s how simple my dad is..he enjoys every single thing he does..
i appreciate daddy for his care and love to other people..he enjoys mingling with people..it’s one of my dad’s character that i guess, i got from him..(thank you daddy for showing me the importance of dealing with others..)
i can never thank you enough for giving me the best childhood, education, and wisdom that no one could steal..
at 27, some may say that, i’ve had enough time with may dad..that i should accept the fact that it was time for him to go..but, it will never be easy for me..
i laugh?
i look fine?
maybe yes…
but deep inside, i’ve lost a part of me the day my dad died…
counting the days?
i will never stop counting the days until i finally get to see my dad…













